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

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

Styles guns my Uzzie a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking one, bucking down two
Bucking your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs blue, I where black, nothing but black

'Cause god damn its a new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did for a nigga
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, your mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and them mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, young out to kill for cars

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got any wordz

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

Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass
was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker all the same
Feel a nigga if he ain't balled and chained

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

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

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

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

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