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

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

'Cause god damn its a 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 mag, got you runnin' like a fag

So, keep your jokes
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh of locs, no yokes but smokes
Crakers and them mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, niggas out to kill for cars

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

Oh, to the mutha fuckin' G I crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they can't me
me, clock me, cops wanna glock me
Mutha fuck, fuck, pigs can't stop 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 step to me wrong fuck and get shot
mom's crying fuck her, bust her
Bitch screaming to me and I'll dust her

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

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

Got any last

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

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

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

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

United we stand, we fall
can shoot one nigga but they can't take us all
Let's get along the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the again

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

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