2Pac feat. Ice Cube, Ice-T - Last wordzIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hate[ICE CUBE]Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terrorthe paranoid, gots to get the boyGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbangerYah, I got a gang of shits, styles gunsmy uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' tonbucking down one, bucking down two,bucking down your crew, mutha fuck youPigs were blue, I where black, nothing but blackCause god damn its a brand new paybackFuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a niggaon tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bagthe nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fagSo, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokesCuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackersget yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for carsIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' house[Ice T]O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazya lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade meStop me clock me cops wanna glock memutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop meUHH, am I a G, I got proofBanged in my youth, keep niggas on the roofwith a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up[?Hit the mob dope?]So whats up PunkYou want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shotYour moms crying fuck her bust herBitch start screaming to me and I'll dust herPops got the LP phat, track on hitLaid by the mutha fuckin' BobcatNinety three suckas want me to go outThrow the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm richTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseGot any last wordzNow they're after me, why? cuz a niggas blackSit backAin't afraid to pull a triggar backLet 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckersDan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-fucker rednecks all the sameFeel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chainedThat's why we burn shit and wreckCause the punk police ain't learned shit yetYou mutha-fuckas gonna pay the priceCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black lifeIt's on, the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start loc'in upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they can't take us alllLet's get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI ain't racist but lets trade placesTrace the hate 'n face itOne nigga teach two niggasthree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd when we blastThat'll be the biggest blast you've heardAnd them is my last wordz
