Last Wordz - 2Pac feat Ice Cube, Ice-T
Ice cube's in the mutha-f_ckin' house
the n_gga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-f_ckin' house
the n_gga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-f_ckin' house
the n_gga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-f_ckin' house
the n_gga you love to hate
[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the n_gga 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 mutha-f_ckin' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha f_ck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn its a brand new payback
F_ck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a n_gga
on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the n_gga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fag
So, keep your mutha-f_ckin' jokes
Cuz, I'm that n_gga 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_ggas out to kill for cars
Ice T in the mutha f_ckin' house
Ice T in the mutha f_ckin' house
Ice T in the mutha f_ckin' house
Ice T in the mutha f_ckin' house
Ice T in the mutha f_ckin' house
Ice T in the mutha f_ckin' house
[Ice T]
O to the mutha f_ckin G I break crazy
a lot of n_ggas hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
mutha f_ck mutha f_ck pigs can't stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep n_ggas on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a n_gga up
(?Hit the mob dope?)
So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong f_ck around and get shot
Your moms 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 mutha f_ckin' Bobcat
Ninety three s_ckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, b_tch mutha f_cker I'm rich
Tupac's in the mutha f_ckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f_ckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f_ckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f_ckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f_ckin' house
Got any last wordz
[Tupac]
Now they're after me, why? cuz a n_ggas black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-f_cker
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no s_ckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was n_ggas in the caskets?
Mutha-f_cker rednecks all the same
Feel a real n_gga if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn sh_t and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned sh_t yet
You mutha-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_gga fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What n_ggas need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one n_gga
But they can't take us alll
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 ha]
Keeping the smile off their white fakes
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate 'n face it
One n_gga teach two n_ggas
three teach four n_ggas
And them n_ggas teach more n_ggas
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz
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