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

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

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

god damn its a brand 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 mag, got you runnin' like a fag

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

Ice T in the mutha fuckin'
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the fuckin' 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 me but they can't fade me
me, clock me, cops wanna glock me
Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, can't stop me

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

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

Pops got the LP phat, on hit
Laid by the mutha fuckin'
Ninety three want me to go out
the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich

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

Got any last

Now they're after me, 'Cuz a niggas black
Sit back, afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a mutha-fucker
ain't raised no suckers

Dan Quayle, you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker rednecks all the
Feel a real nigga if he balled and chained

That's why we shit and wreck
the punk police ain't learned shit yet
You gonna pay the price
Can't make a life, don't take a Black life

It's on, the next real nigga dead
Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or head
Be for the smoke to bust
What need to do is start loc'in up

United we stand, we fall
They can shoot one nigga but can't take us all
get along 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 hate 'n it

One nigga teach two niggas, three teach niggas
And them niggas teach niggas
And we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last