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

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

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

'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 mag, got you runnin' like a fag

So, your mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
and them dirty mackers friends aren't 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 mutha fuckin'

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

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

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

Pops got the LP phat, on hit
by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat
Ninety three want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch 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 fuckin' house

Got any wordz

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

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

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

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

we stand, divided we fall
They can shoot one nigga but they can't us all
Let's get along with the
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 trade places
the hate 'n face it

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