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Ice Cube's in the house
The nigga you to hate
Ice in the mutha-fuckin' house
The you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin'

Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff,
The paranoid, to get the boy
Get your steel 'cuz I like a headbanger
Yah, I got a of shits

Styles my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, down two
Bucking your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, but black

'Cause god damn its a new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a
On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
The nigga, the sag, the forty five mag, got you runnin' a fag

So, keep mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and them mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, niggas out to kill for cars

Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the fuckin' house

Oh, to the fuckin' G I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they can't me
me, clock me, cops wanna glock me
Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs stop me

Uhh, am I a G, I got
in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the
Tupac string a up, hit the mob dope

So up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get
Your mom's fuck her, bust her
Bitch start screaming to me and I'll her

got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha fuckin'
three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm

Tupac's in the fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin'
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin'
Tupac's in the mutha house

Got any wordz

Now they're after me, why? a niggas black
Sit back, ain't afraid to a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real
ain't raised no suckers

Dan Quayle, don't you know you to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was in the caskets?
rednecks all the same
Feel a real nigga if he ain't and chained

That's why we burn shit and
'Cuz the punk police learned shit yet
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the
Can't make a Black life, don't a Black life

It's on, the next real fall dead
Dred, Curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to
What niggas to do is start loc'in up

United we stand, divided we
can shoot one nigga but they can't take us all
Let's get with the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the again

that if it took place
Keeping the smile off their fakes
I ain't racist but trade places
Trace the 'n face it

One nigga teach two niggas, three teach four
And them niggas teach more
And when we blast be the biggest blast you've heard
And is my last wordz