Say you little son of a b**** what choo tryin' to be
When I'm big I want to be a thug
You want to be a thug huh (Yeah yeah)
What choo know (About) a thug huh (Yeah yeah)
You want to see the bad guy
Look at Ice Cube (Yeah yeah) that's the bad guy
You need people like him can point cha fingas
Huh? (Yeah yeah) the f*** you know about this s***
You ready to die, OK a-why
Where is that, you ready
'Cause they ain't touch the bad guy, OK
I'm the n**** of the century
Oh, so choo a bad guy, c'mon prove it
C'mon, you think you bad
How bad you are
I'm the n**** of the century
C'mon lets see how bad you are
C'mon bad guy, see'moawnl
We the worsest, all purpose
You want murderers
Well you serve us, hattin' m************ with curb dust
You heard us, don't s*** make us nervous
Not even when these f*****' feds try to serve us
Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a n***** with the key to the mystery
Grand motta ain word don't mean s*** to me
Who gives a f*** what they think, and what they see
Live how I got to live
Give what I got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a sedative, pray to god that we let him live
[Chorus:]
'Cause you bad guy, I'm the n**** of the century
The diamond scruff, all you n***** better mention me
Me that's who, it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, n***** better mention me
You better mention me, I'm the n**** of the century
Ok a-why, all you n***** better mention me
Me that's who, it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, n***** better mention me
A n**** told me to keep hope alive
Survive, and 95 I'll get you paradise
So I tried, n**** had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to cook fries
Twelfth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said get the facin' on them applications
Didn't know back then, I was too young
Public school made me dumb as a m***********
What should I do in my life
Reverend price, do you got some advice
Before I roll the dice
A n**** don't want to shoot c***s, 'cause it ain't all fun and games
When you tryin' to get that money mang
g*******, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a n**** where he can't use his brain
What the f*** you talkin' bout, choose or loose
b**** I don't know the m***********' rules (For real)
[Chorus]
Who am I when it's do or die
You can see a man's soul through the human eye
Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high
'Cause you and I got to do, for you and I
Actin' wild as a juvenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait-pow; these people ain't playin' now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now
f*** that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap
See it's quite simple, you b****** a** n***** don't know
What I've been through, the weather's presidential
The warfare's mental, I sell my soul to the lord
For the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hustle found in chromosomes of my kinfolk
[Chorus]
Yeah, OK, OK, ok, OK, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it
Choo leave it the f*****' illest n**** to f*****' s*** you
Dess no problem withs that, gawn'na f*** dat
June have a f*****' heart attack
It's over, everybody knows now
It's no f*****' secret
Choo know dis m***********, OK a-why
It's over, that's it, die
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
I got that bomb, bomb, t**-t**...
t**y-t**, t**y-t**y, t**y, bomb, bomb, bomb...
When I hit you, uhh, uhh, uhh...
When I'm big I want to be a thug
You want to be a thug huh (Yeah yeah)
What choo know (About) a thug huh (Yeah yeah)
You want to see the bad guy
Look at Ice Cube (Yeah yeah) that's the bad guy
You need people like him can point cha fingas
Huh? (Yeah yeah) the f*** you know about this s***
You ready to die, OK a-why
Where is that, you ready
'Cause they ain't touch the bad guy, OK
I'm the n**** of the century
Oh, so choo a bad guy, c'mon prove it
C'mon, you think you bad
How bad you are
I'm the n**** of the century
C'mon lets see how bad you are
C'mon bad guy, see'moawnl
We the worsest, all purpose
You want murderers
Well you serve us, hattin' m************ with curb dust
You heard us, don't s*** make us nervous
Not even when these f*****' feds try to serve us
Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a n***** with the key to the mystery
Grand motta ain word don't mean s*** to me
Who gives a f*** what they think, and what they see
Live how I got to live
Give what I got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a sedative, pray to god that we let him live
[Chorus:]
'Cause you bad guy, I'm the n**** of the century
The diamond scruff, all you n***** better mention me
Me that's who, it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, n***** better mention me
You better mention me, I'm the n**** of the century
Ok a-why, all you n***** better mention me
Me that's who, it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, n***** better mention me
A n**** told me to keep hope alive
Survive, and 95 I'll get you paradise
So I tried, n**** had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to cook fries
Twelfth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said get the facin' on them applications
Didn't know back then, I was too young
Public school made me dumb as a m***********
What should I do in my life
Reverend price, do you got some advice
Before I roll the dice
A n**** don't want to shoot c***s, 'cause it ain't all fun and games
When you tryin' to get that money mang
g*******, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a n**** where he can't use his brain
What the f*** you talkin' bout, choose or loose
b**** I don't know the m***********' rules (For real)
[Chorus]
Who am I when it's do or die
You can see a man's soul through the human eye
Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high
'Cause you and I got to do, for you and I
Actin' wild as a juvenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait-pow; these people ain't playin' now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now
f*** that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap
See it's quite simple, you b****** a** n***** don't know
What I've been through, the weather's presidential
The warfare's mental, I sell my soul to the lord
For the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hustle found in chromosomes of my kinfolk
[Chorus]
Yeah, OK, OK, ok, OK, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it
Choo leave it the f*****' illest n**** to f*****' s*** you
Dess no problem withs that, gawn'na f*** dat
June have a f*****' heart attack
It's over, everybody knows now
It's no f*****' secret
Choo know dis m***********, OK a-why
It's over, that's it, die
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
I got that bomb, bomb, t**-t**...
t**y-t**, t**y-t**y, t**y, bomb, bomb, bomb...
When I hit you, uhh, uhh, uhh...