Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Song: Last Wordz


Ice cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house
the ni**a you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house
the ni**a you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house
the ni**a you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house
the ni**a you love to hate

[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the ni**a 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 s**ts, styles guns
my uzzie wieghts a mutha-f**kin' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha f**k you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn its a brand new payback
f**k Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a ni**a
on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the ni**a the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fag
So, keep your mutha-f**kin' jokes
Cuz, I'm that ni**a 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 ni**as out to kill for cars

Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house
Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house
Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house
Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house
Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house
Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house

[Ice T]
O to the mutha f**kin G I break crazy
a lot of ni**as hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
mutha f**k mutha f**k pigs can't stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep ni**as on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a ni**a up
[?Hit the mob dope?]
So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong f**k around and get shot
Your moms crying f**k her bust her
bi**h start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha f**kin' Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bi**h mutha f**ker I'm rich

Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house

Got any last wordz

[Tupac]
Now they're after me, why? cuz a ni**as black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-f**ker
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your a*s kicked
Where was you when there was ni**as in the caskets?
Mutha-f**ker rednecks all the same
Feel a real ni**a if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn s**t and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned s**t yet
You mutha-f**kas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real ni**a fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What ni**as need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one ni**a
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 ni**a teach two ni**as
three teach four ni**as
And them ni**as teach more ni**as
And when we blast 
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz