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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got any wordz

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

Dan Quayle, don't you 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 ain't balled and

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

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

United we stand, divided we
They can shoot one nigga but they take us all
Let's get along the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the sets

that if it took place
Keeping the smile off their white
I ain't racist but let's trade
the hate 'n face it

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