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

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

Styles my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, down two
down 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 nothing for a
On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
The nigga, the sag, the forty five mag, got you runnin' a fag

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

Oh, to the mutha G I break crazy
A lot of hate me but they 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
in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the
Tupac a nigga up, hit the mob dope

So up Punk
You want what I got step to me fuck around and get shot
Your crying fuck her, bust her
Bitch screaming to me and I'll dust her

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

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

Got any wordz

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

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

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

It's on, the next nigga fall dead
Dred, Curl, process, or bald head
Be for the smoke to bust
What niggas need to do is 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 peace on the sets again

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

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