Last Wordz

[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 [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] 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