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Ice Cube with The Mob I got it goin' on
A nigga that's in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't the law in order
'Cause everybody's goin' for a quarter
You're in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm I'm scarin' ya
I'm ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
Or down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a banger
one in the chamber
'cause you'll get things put on ya son
Ice has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are
So I get looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's
I my 9 anyway
For the day one of my want to squab
I'm still rollin wit The Mob

(AmeriKKKa's wanted)

in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes got hurt
But if you me, you know that I'm liable
To a cap 'cause it's all about survival of the fittest
I'm a menace
I did so much I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the I took from people
I reap all your fat shit,
Back to the criminals
I leave crew after but they can't catch me yet
'cause I'm slick as
They get wit me, cops ain't shit to me
I can't dig a pig so I drop the
And em like sweat hogs
And get mad, mad 'cause I'm the nigga that it
AmeriKKKa's most

Hey yo, here's what the read:
'Ice Cube is dead'
That's all it
I put to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
shots and si-reens
When I feet they yo' rings, now they my rings
So it up punk and then I just
Put jack in progress
It's the way
I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Ice Cube, a clepto'
And tried to catch the bird but they slept, so
Who gets the
And if I'm caught in a
You know I'ma the wack
With a payoff, cop lay off
FBI on my dick, off!
I'm not a rebel or a on a quest
I'm a nigga a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip
'cause I'm ya, wanted by America

(Hey yo Cube man, on your ass)

Word, but who the has heard?
time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a invasion
blank for the Caucasian
Cock the then crackle, smile
Take me to house, pal
Got to the house, my got fat, see
the safe, got the money and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the
Had a little fly ass wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it be
(What up G?) Saw my on TV
Damn (oh shit!) I didn't I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the when
The ol' bitch the street must've turned me in
'Cause the feds was out ten deep
I got and gaffled in the back seat
I back when I was robbin' my own kind
The didn't pay it no mind
But when I start robbin' the white
Now I'm in the pen wit the
I said it before and still taught it
Every with a color is most wanted