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2pac, ice cube & ice-t - last wordz lyrics

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ice cube’s in the m-th–f-ckin’ house
the n-gg- you love to hate
ice cube’s in the m-th–f-ckin’ house
the n-gg- you love to hate
ice cube’s in the m-th–f-ckin’ house

yo, here comes the n-gg- 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 sh-ts

styles guns my uzzie wieghts a m-th–f-ckin’ ton
bucking down one, bucking down two
bucking down your crew, m-th- f-ck you
pigs were blue, i where black, nothing but black

’cause god d-mn its a brand new payback
f-ck pat sajak, never did nothing for a n-gg-
on tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
the n-gg-, the sag, the forty five mag, got you runnin’ like a f-g

so, keep your m-th–f-ckin’ jokes
‘cuz, i’m that n-gg- 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-gg-s out to kill for cars

ice t in the m-th- f-ckin’ house
ice t in the m-th- f-ckin’ house
ice t in the m-th- f-ckin’ house
ice t in the m-th- f-ckin’ house
ice t in the m-th- f-ckin’ house

oh, to the m-th- f-ckin’ g i break crazy
a lot of n-gg-s hate me but they can’t fade me
stop me, clock me, cops wanna glock me
m-th- f-ck, m-th- f-ck, pigs can’t stop me

uhh, am i a g, i got proof
banged in my youth, keep n-gg-s on the roof
with a scope, dough, cube keep the rope
tupac string a n-gg- up, hit the mob dope

so what’s up punk
you want what i got step to me wrong f-ck around and get shot
your mom’s crying f-ck her, bust her
b-tch start screaming to me and i’ll dust her

pops got the lp phat, track on hit
laid by the m-th- f-ckin’ bobcat
ninety three suckas want me to go out
throw the hoe out, b-tch m-th- f-cker i’m rich

tupac’s in the m-th- f-ckin’ house
tupac’s in the m-th- f-ckin’ house
tupac’s in the m-th- f-ckin’ house
tupac’s in the m-th- f-ckin’ house

got any last wordz

now they’re after me, why? ‘cuz a n-gg-s black
sit back, ain’t afraid to pull a triggar back
let ’em come step to a real m-th–f-cker
mama ain’t raised no suckers

dan quayle, don’t you know you need to get your -ss kicked
where was you when there was n-gg-s in the caskets?
m-th–f-cker rednecks all the same
feel a real n-gg- if he ain’t balled and chained

that’s why we burn sh-t and wreck
‘cuz the punk police ain’t learned sh-t yet
you m-th–f-ckas gonna pay the price
can’t make a black life, don’t take a black life

it’s on, the next real n-gg- fall dead
dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
be prepared for the smoke to bust
what n-gg-s need to do is start loc’in up

united we stand, divided we fall
they can shoot one n-gg- 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
keeping the smile off their white fakes
i ain’t racist but let’s trade places
trace the hate ‘n face it

one n-gg- teach two n-gg-s, three teach four n-gg-s
and them n-gg-s teach more n-gg-s
and when we blast that’ll be the biggest blast you’ve heard
and them is my last wordz

- 2pac ice cube ice t lyrics

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