You got any last words?

Yeah, I′ve got some last words

Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin′ house

The nigga you love to hate

Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house

The nigga you love to hate

Ice Cube′s in the mutha-fuckin′ house

Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, 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 wieghts a mutha-fuckin′ ton

Bucking down one, bucking down two

Bucking down your crew, muthafuck you

Pigs were blue, I wear black, nothing but black

'Cause god damn 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 five mag, got you runnin' like a fag

So, keep your muthafuckin′ jokes

'Cause, I'm that nigga 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 kill for cars

Ice T in the mutha fuckin′ house

Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house

Ice T in the mutha fuckin′ house

Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house

Ice T in the mutha fuckin′ house

Oh, to the muthafuckin' 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, motherfuking 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 muthafuckin' Bobcat

Ninety three suckas want me to go out

Throw the hoe out, bitch muthafucker, I′m rich

Tupac's in the mutha fuckin′ house

Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house

Tupac′s in the mutha fuckin′ house

Tupac's in the mutha fuckin′ house

Got any last wordz

Now they're after me, why? ′Cause a nigga's black

Spitting facts and ain′t afraid to pull a trigger back

Let 'em come step to a real muthafucker

(Boom Boom) Mama ain't raised no suckers

Dan Quayle, don′t you know you need to get your ass kicked?

Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?

Muthafucker 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 muthafuckas 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

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 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 ha)

Keeping the smile off their white faces

I ain′t racist but let's trade places

Trace the hate ′n 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