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

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
Bucking your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I black, nothing but black

god damn 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 five mag, got you runnin' like a fag

So, keep mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but
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 mutha house
Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin'
Ice T in the mutha house

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

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

So what's up
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get
Your mom's crying fuck her, her
Bitch screaming to me and I'll dust her

got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha 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
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin'
Tupac's in the fuckin' house

Got any wordz

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

Dan Quayle, don't you know you to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was in the caskets?
rednecks all the same
Feel a real nigga if he balled and chained

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

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

United we stand, we fall
They can shoot one nigga but they take us all
Let's get along with the
And we can all have peace on the sets

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

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