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

Yo, comes 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 guns my Uzzie wieghts a ton
Bucking down one, bucking two
Bucking your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs blue, I where black, nothing but black

'Cause god its a brand 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, keep your jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to for cars

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

Oh, to the mutha G I break crazy
A lot of hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me, clock me, cops wanna 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 the rope
Tupac string a up, hit the mob dope

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

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

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

Got any wordz

Now they're after me, why? 'Cuz a black
Sit back, ain't afraid to pull a back
Let 'em come to a real mutha-fucker
Mama ain't no suckers

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

why we burn shit and wreck
'Cuz the police ain't learned shit yet
You mutha-fuckas pay the price
Can't a Black 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
niggas 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 peace on the sets again

Imagine that if it place
the smile off their white fakes
I racist but let's trade places
Trace the 'n face it

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