2Pac feat. Ice Cube & Ice‐T Last Wordz Lyrics

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

Yo, here comes the ***** 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 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
'Cause, 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

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
Uh, 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

Now they're after me, why? 'Cause 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

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