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

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

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

'Cause god damn its a brand new
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 that nigga with a fresh of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and dirty 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 fuckin' house
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the fuckin' house

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

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

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

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

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

Got any wordz

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

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

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

It's on, the next real nigga fall
Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or bald
Be prepared for the to bust
niggas need to do is start loc'in up

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

Imagine if it took place
Keeping the smile off their white
I ain't but let's trade places
Trace the hate 'n it

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