Artist：2pac

Songs Title：last wordz

Ice Cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house

The ni**a you love to hate

Ice Cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house

The ni**a you love to hate

Ice Cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house

Yo here comes the ni**a 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-f**kin' ton

Bucking down one bucking down two

Bucking down your crew mutha f**k you

Pigs were blue I where black nothing but black

'Cause god damn its a brand new payback

F**k Pat Sajak never did nothing for a ni**a

On tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag

The ni**a the sag the forty five mag got you runnin' like a fag

So keep your mutha-f**kin' jokes

'Cuz I'm that ni**a 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 k**l for cars

Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house

Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house

Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house

Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house

Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house

Oh to the mutha f**kin' 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 f**k mutha f**k 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 ni**a up hit the mob d**e

So what's up Punk

You want what I got step to me wrong f**k around and get shot

Your mom's crying f**k her bust her

B**ch start screaming to me and I'll dust her

Pops got the LP phat track on hit

Laid by the mutha f**kin' Bobcat

Ninety three suckas want me to go out

Throw the hoe out b***h mutha f**ker I'm rich

Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house

Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house

Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house

Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' 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-f**ker

Mama ain't raised no suckers

Dan Quayle don't you know you need to get your a** kicked

Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets

Mutha-f**ker rednecks all the same

Feel a real ni**a if he ain't balled and chained

That's why we burn sh*t and wreck

'Cuz the punk police ain't learned sh*t yet

You mutha-f**kas gonna pay the price

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

It's on the next real ni**a 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 s***t one ni**a 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

Keeping the smile off their white fakes

I ain't racist but let's trade places

Trace the hate 'n face it

One ni**a 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