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Ice Cube's in the house
The nigga you love to
Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin'
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 a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, down two
Bucking down your crew, mutha you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but

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

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

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

Oh, to the fuckin' G I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they fade me
Stop me, clock me, wanna glock me
Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs stop me

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

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

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

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

Got any last

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

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 nigga if he ain't and chained

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

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

United we stand, we fall
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

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

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