2Pac

Ice cubes in the mutha-fuckin house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cubes in the mutha-fuckin house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cubes in the mutha-fuckin house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cubes in the mutha-fuckin house
the nigga you love to hate
[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
the paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns
my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn its a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
on tha trigga 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 mutha-fuckin jokes
Cuz, Im that nigga with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends arent jackers
get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars
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
Ice T in the mutha fuckin house
[Ice T]
O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy
a lot of niggas hate me but they cant fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs cant 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 Tupac string a nigga up
[?Hit the mob dope?]
So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot
Your moms crying fuck her bust her
Bitch start screaming to me and Ill dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha fuckin Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker Im rich
Tupacs in the mutha fuckin house
Tupacs in the mutha fuckin house
Tupacs in the mutha fuckin house
Tupacs in the mutha fuckin house
Tupacs in the mutha fuckin house
Got any last wordz
[Tupac]
Now theyre after me, why? cuz a niggas black
Sit back
Aint afraid to pull a triggar back
Let em come step to a real mutha-fucker
[Boom, Boom] Mama aint raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, dont you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same
Feel a real nigga if he aint balled and chained
Thats why we burn shit and wreck
Cause the punk police aint learned shit yet
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Cant make a Black life, dont take a Black life
Its 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 locin up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one nigga
But they cant take us alll
Lets 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 fakes
I aint racist but lets 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
Thatll be the biggest blast youve heard
And them is my last wordz
[ Last Wordz Lyrics ]