Last Wordz (Feat. Ice T & Ice Cube)

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 the nigga you love to hate Ice cube`s in the mutha-fuckin` house the nigga you love to hate 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, 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 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 O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy a lot of niggas hate me but they can`t fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha fuck mutha fuck 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 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 I`ll 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 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 Tupac`s in the mutha fuckin` house Got any last wordz Now they`re after me, why? cuz a niggas black Sit back Ain`t afraid to pull a triggar back Let `em come step to a real mutha-fucker [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? Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same Feel 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 mutha-fuckas 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 fakes I ain`t 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 That`ll be the biggest blast you`ve heard And them is my last wordz