[Intro]
Ice cube's in the m****-f*****' house
the n**** you love to hate
Ice cube's in the m****-f*****' house
the n**** you love to hate
Ice cube's in the m****-f*****' house
the n**** you love to hate
Ice cube's in the m****-f*****' house
the n**** you love to hate
[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Yo, here comes the n**** 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 m****-f*****' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, m**** f*** you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god d*** its a brand new payback
f*** Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a n****
on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the n**** the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a f**
So, keep your m****-f*****' jokes
Cuz, I'm that n**** 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 n***** out to kill for cars
[Bridge]
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
[Verse 2: Ice T]
O to the m**** f***** G I break crazy
a lot of n***** hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
m**** f*** m**** f*** pigs can't stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep n***** on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a n**** up
[?Hit the mob dope?]
So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong f*** around and get shot
Your moms crying f*** her bust her
b**** start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the m**** f*****' Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, b**** m**** f***** I'm rich
[Bridge]
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Got any last wordz
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now they're after me, why? cuz a n***** black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real m****-f*****
[Boom, Boom] 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 n***** in the caskets?
m****-f***** rednecks all the same
Feel a real n**** if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn s*** and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned s*** yet
You m****-f****s gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real n**** fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What n***** need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one n****
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 n**** teach two n*****
three teach four n*****
And them n***** teach more n*****
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz
Ice cube's in the m****-f*****' house
the n**** you love to hate
Ice cube's in the m****-f*****' house
the n**** you love to hate
Ice cube's in the m****-f*****' house
the n**** you love to hate
Ice cube's in the m****-f*****' house
the n**** you love to hate
[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Yo, here comes the n**** 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 m****-f*****' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, m**** f*** you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god d*** its a brand new payback
f*** Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a n****
on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the n**** the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a f**
So, keep your m****-f*****' jokes
Cuz, I'm that n**** 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 n***** out to kill for cars
[Bridge]
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
Ice T in the m**** f*****' house
[Verse 2: Ice T]
O to the m**** f***** G I break crazy
a lot of n***** hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
m**** f*** m**** f*** pigs can't stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep n***** on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a n**** up
[?Hit the mob dope?]
So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong f*** around and get shot
Your moms crying f*** her bust her
b**** start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the m**** f*****' Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, b**** m**** f***** I'm rich
[Bridge]
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Tupac's in the m**** f*****' house
Got any last wordz
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now they're after me, why? cuz a n***** black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real m****-f*****
[Boom, Boom] 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 n***** in the caskets?
m****-f***** rednecks all the same
Feel a real n**** if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn s*** and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned s*** yet
You m****-f****s gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real n**** fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What n***** need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one n****
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 n**** teach two n*****
three teach four n*****
And them n***** teach more n*****
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz