Last Wordz

You got any last words?
 Yeah, I've got some last words
 Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
 The nigga you love to hate
 Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
 The nigga you love to hate
 Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
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 Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
 The paranoid, gots to get the boy
 Get your steel 'cause I feel like a headbanger
 Yeah, I got a gang of shits
 Styles guns my Uzi wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
 Bucking down one, bucking down two
 Bucking down your crew, muthafuck you
 Pigs were blue, I wear black, nothing but black
 'Cause god damn it's a brand new payback
 Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
 On the trigger, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
 The nigga, the sag, the forty five mag, got you runnin' like a fag
 So, keep your muthafuckin' jokes
 'Cause, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
 Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
 Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars
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 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 Oh, to the muthafuckin' G, I break crazy
 A lot of niggas hate me, but they can't fade me
 Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me
 But the punk, motherfuking pigs can't stop me
 Uhh, am I a G? I got proof
 Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
 With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope
 2Pac'll string a nigga up if the mob don't
 So what's up, Punk?
 You want what I got, step to me wrong fuck around and get shot
 Your mom's crying fuck her, bust her
 Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her
 Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
 Laid by the muthafuckin' Bobcat
 Ninety three suckas want me to go out
 Throw the hoe out, bitch muthafucker, I'm rich
 Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
 Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
 Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
 Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
 Got any last wordz
 Now they're after me, why? 'Cause a nigga's black
 Spitting facts and ain't afraid to pull a trigger back
 Let 'em come step to a real muthafucker
 (Boom Boom) Mama ain't raised no suckers
 Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked?
 Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
 Muthafucker rednecks all the same
 Fear a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained
 That's why we burn shit and wreck
 'Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet
 You muthafuckas gonna pay the price
 Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
 It's on, the next real nigga fall dead
 Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or bald head
 Be prepared for the smoke to bust
 What niggas need to do is start loc'in up
 United we stand, divided we fall
 They can shoot one nigga but they can't take us all
 Let's get along with the Mexicans
 And we can all have peace on the sets again
 Imagine that if it took place (ha ha ha)
 Keeping the smile off their white faces
 I ain't racist but let's trade places
 Trace the hate 'n face it
 One nigga teach two niggas, three teach four niggas
 And them niggas teach more niggas
 And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've heard
 And them is my last wordz