2Pac
앨범 : Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z...

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
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube`s in the mutha-fuckin` house
the nigga you love to hate
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
Ice T in the mutha fuckin` house
O 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 whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot
Your moms 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
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
[Boom, Boom] 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
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
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 [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 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