Atron Gregory - Last Wordz lyrics

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'll string a n***a up if the mob don't 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