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Ice Cube

"Last Wordz"

[Intro]
Got any last words
Yeah I've got some last words
Ice Cube's in the muthaf*ckin' house
The n*gga you love to hate

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Here comes the n*gga 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 sh*ts, styles guns
My Uzi weighs a motherf*cking ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, muthaf*ck you
Pigs wear blue, I wear black, nothing but black
Cause Goddamn it's a brand new payback
f*ck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a n*gga
On the trigger the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
The n*gga the sag the forty four mag got you running like a fag
So, keep your muthaf*cking 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 the cause

[Hook]
Ice-T in the motherf*cking house
L.A. Playa

[Verse 2: Ice T]
O- to the muthaf*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
But the punk motherf*cking 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
2Pac'll string a n*gga up if the mob don't
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 muthaf*ckin' Bobcat
Ninety-three suckas want me to go out
Throw the ho out, b*tch muthaf*cker, I'm rich

[Hook]
2Pac's in the muthaf*cking house
n*gga I'm loc'd, 2pac's gonna get'cha motherf*ckers
Got any last words

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now they're after me, why?, cause a n*gga's Black
Spittin' facts and ain't afraid to pull a trigger back
Let em come step to a real muthaf*cker
(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 n*ggas in the caskets?
Muthaf*cker rednecks all the same
Fear 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
Dread, 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 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 ha)
Keeping the smile off they White face
I ain't racist but let's 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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