Ninety three suckas want me to go out
United we stand, divided we fall
Mama ain't raised no suckers
And we can all have peace on the sets again
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker
Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
Stop me, clock me, cops wanna glock me
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Imagine that if it took place
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
That's why we burn shit and wreck
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob dope
The paranoid, gots to get the boy
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
The nigga you love to hate
Let's get along with the Mexicans
Got any last wordz
On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
So what's up Punk
What niggas need to do is start loc'in up
I ain't racist but let's trade places
Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
Oh, to the mutha fuckin' G I break crazy
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes
Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
Bucking down one, bucking down two
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich
Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
Uhh, am I a G, I got proof
And them niggas teach more niggas
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope
'Cause god damn its a brand new payback
Now they're after me, why? 'Cuz a niggas black
Your mom's crying fuck her, bust her
'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger
The nigga, the sag, the forty five mag, got you runnin' like a fag
'Cuz the punk police ain't learned shit yet
Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or bald head
Laid by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've heard
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't stop me
Sit back, ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
They can shoot one nigga but they can't take us all
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
It's on, the next real nigga fall dead
Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same
Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
Trace the hate 'n face it
Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained
Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
Keeping the smile off their white fakes
Yah, I got a gang of shits
One nigga teach two niggas, three teach four niggas
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
