(feat. Ice Cube, Ice-T)
Ice cube's in the mutha-$#&@in' house
the ^!$$% you love to hate

Ice cube's in the mutha-$#&@in' house
the ^!$$% you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-$#&@in' house

the ^!$$% you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-$#&@in' house
the ^!$$% you love to hate


[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the ^!$$% 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 %#@!s, styles guns

my uzzie wieghts a mutha-$#&@in' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha $#&@ you

Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn its a brand new payback
$#&@ Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a ^!$$%

on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the ^!$$% the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a !@$)
So, keep your mutha-$#&@in' jokes

Cuz, I'm that ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s out to kill for cars

Ice T in the mutha $#&@in' house

Ice T in the mutha $#&@in' house
Ice T in the mutha $#&@in' house
Ice T in the mutha $#&@in' house

Ice T in the mutha $#&@in' house
Ice T in the mutha $#&@in' house


[Ice T]
O to the mutha $#&@in G I break crazy
a lot of ^!$$%s hate me but they can't fade me

Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
mutha $#&@ mutha $#&@ pigs can't stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof

Banged in my youth, keep ^!$$%s on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a ^!$$% up
(?Hit the mob dope?)

So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong $#&@ around and get shot
Your moms crying $#&@ her bust her

(*##$ start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha $#&@in' Bobcat

Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, (*##$ mutha $#&@er I'm rich


Tupac's in the mutha $#&@in' house
Tupac's in the mutha $#&@in' house
Tupac's in the mutha $#&@in' house

Tupac's in the mutha $#&@in' house
Tupac's in the mutha $#&@in' house


Got any last wordz

[Tupac]

Now they're after me, why? cuz a ^!$$%s black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back

Let 'em come step to a real mutha-$#&@er
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your $$# kicked

Where was you when there was ^!$$%s in the caskets?
Mutha-$#&@er rednecks all the same
Feel a real ^!$$% if he ain't balled and chained

That's why we burn %#@! and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned %#@! yet
You mutha-$#&@as gonna pay the price

Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real ^!$$% fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What ^!$$%s need to do is start loc'in up

United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one ^!$$%
But they can't take us alll
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 fakes
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate 'n face it
One ^!$$% teach two ^!$$%s

three teach four ^!$$%s
And them ^!$$%s teach more ^!$$%s
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz