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

[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, 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

[Ice T]
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

[Tupac]
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 alll
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