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

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

Styles my Uzzie wieghts 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 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, keep mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends jackers
Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to for cars

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

Oh, to the fuckin' 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, pigs can't me

Uhh, am I a G, I got
in my youth, keep 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 wrong fuck around and get
Your mom's crying fuck her, her
Bitch start screaming to me and dust her

Pops got the LP phat, on hit
by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat
Ninety 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 house
in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the fuckin' house

Got any last

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

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

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

It's on, the next nigga fall dead
Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or bald
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 they take us all
Let's get along with the
And we can all have on the sets again

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

One nigga 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