The Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]

Goddamn, it's a brand new payback

From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black

How many motherfuckers gotta pay?

Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK

Caps gotta get peeled

Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will"

It ain't no pop cause that sucks

And you can New Jack Swing on my nuts

Down wit' the niggas that I bail out

I'm platinum, bitch, and I didn't have to sell out

"Fuck you, Ice Cube", that's what the people say

Fuck America, still with the triple K

'Cause you know when my nine goes buck

It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from twelve stories up

Now let's see who'll drop

Punk motherfuckers tryin' to ban hip-hop

Fuck R&B and the runnin' man

I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand

Make sure before you buck wit' duck quick

Punk, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with

("I'ma let y'all know one thing man")

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]

Hell yeah it's on, you better tell 'em

Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherfuckin' L.M

It's the number one crew in the area

Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya

Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt

Punks roll when I put in work

'Cause Lench Mob niggas are the craziest

And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit

South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell

Hittin' fools up with the big ass L

One time can't hold me back

Sweatshirt, khakis and croaker sacs

Stop givin' juice to the Raiders

Cause Al Davis never paid us

I hope he wear a vest

It's all about the L-E-N-C-H y'all know the rest

Muthafuckin' crew, muthafuckin' mob

Do a muthafuckin' job in a muthafuckin' squad

In '91, Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger

And I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with

("One-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and")

("Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute")

Drop a old school beat

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]

Like I said, it's a brand new payback

Now in '91, let's see whose beats get jacked

Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller

(Keep the wack beats out)

True motherfuckin' baller

And hoes can't roll on

Even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta "Hold On"

Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic

I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards

I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue

Goin' up against the Zulu

Break his spine like a jellyfish

Kick his ass 'til I'm smellin' shit

Off with the head, off with the head I say

And watch the devil start kickin'

Run around like a chicken

Grand Dragon finger lickin'

Yo, turn him over with a spatula

Now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker

Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick

Pig, cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with

[Outro]

("Last person in the world you wanna fuck with")

("Last person in the world you wanna fuck with")

("Last person in the world you wanna fuck with")