Last Wordz (feat. Ice Cube & Ice-T)

Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house

The **** you love to hate

Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house

The **** you love to hate

Ice Cube, Ice Cube, Ice Cube, Ice Cube

Cube's in the motherfuckin' house

Yo, here comes the **** with the ruff

The terror, the paranoid

Gots to get the boys

Can't sit still 'cause I feel

Like a headbanger

See I gotta gang-up shit

Styles, guns, my Uzi weighs a motherfuckin' ton

Buckin' down one, buckin' down two

Buckin' down your crew

Motherfuck you

Pigs wear blue

I wear black

Nothing but black

Guns got them, it's a brand new payback

Fuck, Pat Sajack never did nothing for a ****

On the trigger, the zigga, the zag, the nickel

The back, the ****, the sack

The .44 mag got you runnin' like a fag

So, keep yo' motherfuckin' jokes

'Cause I'm that **** with a fresh pair of locs

No yokes, but smokes

Crackers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers

Get you for your drawers

Young **** out to kill for the cause

Yeah

Ice-T's in the motherfuckin' house

Ice-T's in the motherfuckin' house

Ice-T's in the motherfuckin' house

Ice-T's in the motherfuckin' house

Ice-T's in the motherfuckin' house

O to the motherfucking G, I break crazy

A lot of **** hate me

But they can't fade me

Stop me, block me, cops wanna Glock me

But the punk motherfuckin' pigs can't stop me

Uh, am I a G, I got proof

Banged in my youth, keep **** on the roof

With a scope, dope, Cube keep the rope

2Pac will string a **** 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

Yo mom's cryin', fuck her, buster

Bitch talks crazy to me, and I'll dust her

Pac's got the LP fat track

On hit, laid by the motherfucking Bobcat

Ninety-three suckers want me to go out

Throw the ho out

Bitch, motherfucker, I'm rich

2Pac's in the motherfuckin' house

2Pac's in the motherfuckin' house

2Pac's in the motherfuckin' house

Now they after me

Why?

'Cause a ****'s Black

Spittin' facts and ain't afraid to pull the trigger back

Let them come step to a real motherfucker

Boom, boom, momma ain't raised no suckers

Dan Quayle, don't you know you need your ass kicked?

Where was you when it was **** in the caskets?

Motherfuckin' rednecks all the same

Fear a real **** 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 motherfuckers gonna pay the price

Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life

It's on for the next real **** fall dead, dread

Jheri curl, process, or bald head

Be prepared for the smoke to bust

What **** need to do is start loccin' up

United we stand

Divided we fall

They can shoot one ****, 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

Keepin' the smiles on they white face

I ain't racist, but let's trade places

Trace the hate and then face it

One **** teach two ****

Three teach four ****

And them **** teach more ****

And when we blast, that'll be the biggest blast you've heard

And them is my last wordz