2Pac
Last Wordz
[Intro]
Got any last words
Yeah
Yeah I got some last words
Once again it's on
Police
Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house
The n***a ya love to hate
Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house
The n***a ya love to hate
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Ice Cube, Cube, Cube's in the motherfuckin' house

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Here comes the n***a with the ruff, the 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 weighs a motherfucking ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, motherfuck you
Pigs wear blue, I wear black, nothing but black
'Cause goddamn it's a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a n***a
On the trigger, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
The n***a, the sag, the forty-four mag got you running like a fag
So, keep your motherfucking jokes
'Cause I'm that n***a with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crackers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, young n***as out to kill for the cause
[Hook]
Ice-T in the motherfucking house
L.A. Playa

[Verse 2: Ice T]
O-to-the-motherfuckin-G, I break crazy
A lot of n***as hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me
But the punk motherfucking pigs can't stop me
Uhh, am I a G? I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep n***as on the roof
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope
2Pac'll string a n***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
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 motherfuckin' Bobcat
Ninety-three suckas want me to go out
Throw the ho out, bitch motherfucker, I'm rich

[Hook]
2Pac's in the motherfucking house
N***a I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo
2Pac's in the motherfucking house
N***a I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo
2Pac's in the motherfucking house
N***a I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo
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Got any last words
[Verse 3: 2Pac & Ice Cube]
Now they're after me, why? 'Cause a n***a's Black
Spittin' facts and ain't afraid to pull a trigger back
Let 'em come step to a real motherfucker
(Boom Boom) Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need your ass kicked?
Where was you when there was n***as in the caskets?
Motherfucker rednecks all the same
Fear a real n***a 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 mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real n***a fall dead
Dread, Jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
(What n***as need to do is start loc'in up)
United we stand, divided we fall
They can shoot one n***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, ha (ha haaaa)
Keeping the smiles off they White face
I ain't racist but let's trade places
Trace the hate 'n then face it
One n***a teach two n***as
Three teach four n***as and them n***as teach more n***as
And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz