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Ice in the mutha-fuckin' house
The you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the 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 'cuz I feel like a
Yah, I got a gang of

Styles guns my wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, bucking two
Bucking your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I 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 with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but
Crakers and them dirty mackers aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, niggas out to kill for cars

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

Oh, to the mutha 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, pigs can't 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 up, hit the mob dope

So up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get
Your 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 fuckin'
Ninety three suckas me to go out
Throw the hoe out, mutha fucker I'm rich

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

Got any last

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

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

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

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

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

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

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