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ice cube - the wrong nigga to fuck wit lyrics

[verse 1: ice cube]
god d-mn, it’s a brand new payback
from the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
how many motherf-ckers gotta pay
went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
caps gotta get peeled
cause “the n-gga ya love to hate” still can “k!ll at will”
it ain’t no pop cause that sucks
and you can new jack swing on my nuts
down wit the n-ggas that i bail out
i’m platinum b-tch and i didn’t have to sell out
“f-ck you, ice cube!”, that’s what the people say
f-ck amerikkka, still with the triple k
cause you know when my nine goes buck
it’ll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
now let’s see who’ll drop
punk motherf-ckers tryin’ to ban hip-hop
f-ck r&b and the runnin’ man
i’m the one that stand, with the gun in hand
make sure before you buck wit duck quick
punk, cause i’m the wrong n-gga to f-ck with

“i’ma let y’all know one thing man..”

[verse 2: ice cube]
h-ll yeah it’s on, you better tell ’em
ice cube and i’m rolling with the motherf-ckin l.m
it’s the number one crew in the area
make a move for your gat and i’ll bury ya
ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
punks roll when i put in work
cause lench mob n-ggas are the craziest
and y’all motherf-ckers can’t fade my sh-t
south central, that’s where the lench mob dwell
hittin fools up with the big -ss l
one time can’t hold me back
sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
stop givin’ juice to the raiders
cause al davis never paid us
i hope he wear a vest
it’s all about the l-e-n-c-h y’all know the rest
m-th-f-ckin’ crew, m-th-f-ckin’ mob
do a m-th-f-ckin’ job in a m-th-f-ckin’ squad
in ’91 ice cube grew stronger and bigger
and i’m the wrong n-gga to f-ck with

“one-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and..”
“wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute”

[cube] drop a old school beat!

[verse 3: ice cube]
like i said, it’s a brand new payback
now in ’91, let’s see whose beats get jacked!
sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(keep the wack beats out)
true motherf-ckin’ baller
and hoes can’t roll on
even b-tches looking like en vogue gotta “hold on”
don’t let me catch daryl gates in traffic
i gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards
i hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue
goin up against the zulu
break his spine like a jellyfish
kick his -ss til i’m smellin sh-t
off wit the head, off wit the head i say
and watch the devil start kickin’
run around like a chicken
grand dragon finger l!ckin’
yo, turn him over wit a spatula
now we got, kentucky fried cracker
mess with the cube, you get punked quick
pig, cause i’m the wrong n-gga to f-ck with!

“last person in the world you wanna f-ck with” (x3)

- ice cube lyrics

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