Got any last words
Yeah I've got some last words
Ice Cube's in the muthaf**in' house
The n***a you love to hate
[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Here comes the n***a with the ruff, the terror
The paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steel cause I feel like a headbanger
Yeah I got a gang of sh**s, styles guns
My Uzi weighs a motherf**ing ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, muthaf** you
Pigs wear blue, I wear black, nothing but black
Cause Goddamn it's a brand new payback
f** Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a n***a
On the trigger the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
The n***a the sag the forty four mag got you running like a f*g
So, keep your muthaf**ing jokes
Cuz, I'm that n***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 n***as out to k** for the cause
[Hook]
Ice-T in the motherf**ing house
L.A. Playa
[Verse 2: Ice T]
O- to the muthaf**in G, I break crazy
A lot of n***as hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me
But the punk motherf**ing pigs can't stop me
UHH am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep n***as on the roof
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope 2Pac string a n***a up
[?Hit the mob dope?]
So whats up Punk
You want what I got, step to me wrong f** around and get shot
Your moms crying f** her bust her
b**h start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha f**in' Bobcat
Ninety three s**as want me to go out
Throw the ho out, b**h muthaf**er I'm rich
[Hook]
2Pac's in the muthaf**ing house
n***a I'm loc'd, 2pac's gonna get'cha motherf**ers
Got any last words
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now they're after me, why?, cause a n***a's Black
Spittin' facts and ain't afraid to pull a trigger back
Let em come step to a real muthaf**er
(Boom Boom) Mama ain't raised no s**ers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your a** kicked
Where was you when there was n***as in the caskets
Muthaf**er Rednecks all the same
Fear a real n***a if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn sh** and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned sh** yet
You mutha-f**as gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real n***a fall dead
Dread, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What n***as need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one n***a, 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 they White face
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate 'n face it
One n***a teach two n***as
Three teach four n***as
And them n***as teach more n***as
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz