Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house   The nigga you love to hate   Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house   The nigga you love to hate   Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house      Yo, here comes the nigga 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 shits      Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton   Bucking down one, bucking down two   Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you   Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black      'Cause god damn its a brand new payback   Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga   On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag   The nigga, the sag, the forty five mag, got you runnin' like a fag      So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes   'Cuz, I'm that nigga 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 niggas out to kill for cars      Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house   Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house   Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house   Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house   Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house      Oh, to the mutha fuckin' G I break crazy   A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me   Stop me, clock me, cops wanna glock me   Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, 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   Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob dope      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 mutha fuckin' Bobcat   Ninety three suckas want me to go out   Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich      Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house   Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house   Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house   Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house      Got any last wordz      Now they're after me, why? 'Cuz a niggas black   Sit back, ain't afraid to pull a triggar back   Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker   Mama ain't raised no suckers      Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked   Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?   Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same   Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained      That's why we burn shit and wreck   'Cuz 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   Dred, 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   Keeping the smile off their white fakes   I ain't racist but let's trade places   Trace the hate 'n 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