[Intro]

Got any last words

Yeah

Yeah I got some last words

Once again it's on

Police

Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house

The nigga ya love to hate

Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house

The nigga ya love to hate

Ice Cube

Ice Cube

Ice Cube

Ice Cube, Cube, Cube's in the motherfuckin' house

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]

Here comes the nigga 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 shits

Styles guns, my Uzi weighs a motherfucking ton

Bucking down one, bucking down two

Bucking down your crew, motherfuck you, pigs wear blue

I wear black, nothing but black

'Cause goddamn it's a brand new payback

Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga

On the trigger, the zigga, the zag

The nickel, the bag, the nigga, the sag

The forty-four mag got you running like a fag

So, keep your motherfucking jokes

'Cause I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs

No yokes but smokes

Crackers and them dirty mackers

Friends aren't jackers, get ya for your drawers

Young niggas out to kill for the cause

[Hook]

Ice-T in the motherfucking house

L.A. Playa

[Verse 2: Ice T]

O-to-the-motherfucking-G, I break crazy

A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me

Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me

But the punk motherfucking pigs can't stop me

Uhh, am I a G? I got proof

Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof

With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope

2Pac'll string a nigga up if the mob don't

So what's up, punk? You want what I got

Step to me wrong, fuck around and get shot

Your mom's crying, fuck her, bust her

Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her

Pops got the LP phat, track on hit

Laid by the motherfuckin' Bobcat

Ninety-three suckas want me to go out

Throw the ho out, bitch motherfucker, I'm rich

[Chorus]

2Pac's in the motherfucking house

Nigga I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo

2Pac's in the motherfucking house

Nigga I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo

2Pac's in the motherfucking house

Nigga I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo

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Got any last words

[Verse 3: 2Pac & Ice Cube]

Now they're after me, why? 'Cause a nigga's Black

Spittin' facts and ain't afraid to pull a trigger back

Let 'em come step to a real motherfucker

(Boom Boom) Mama ain't raised no suckers

Dan Quayle, don't you know you need your ass kicked?

Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?

Motherfucker rednecks all the same

Fear a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained

That's why we burn shit and wreck

'Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet

You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price

Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life

It's on, the next real nigga fall dead

Dread, Jheri curl, process, or bald head

Be prepared for the smoke to bust

(What niggas need to do is start loc'in up)

United we stand, divided we fall

They can shoot one nigga, 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 haaaa)

Keeping the smiles off they White face

I ain't racist but let's trade places

Trace the hate 'n then face it

One nigga teach two niggas

Three teach four niggas and them niggas teach more niggas

And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've heard

And them is my last wordz