Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
 the nigga you love to hate
 Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
 the nigga you love to hate
 Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
 the nigga you love to hate
 Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
 the nigga you love to hate
 [ICE CUBE]
 Yo, here comes the nigga 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 shits, styles guns
 my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
 bucking down one, bucking down two,
 bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
 Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
 Cause god damn its a brand new payback
 Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
 on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
 the nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fag
 So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes
 Cuz, I'm that nigga 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 niggas out to kill for cars
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
 [Ice T]
 O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy
 a lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
 Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
 mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me
 UHH, am I a G, I got proof
 Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
 with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up
 [?Hit the mob dope?]
 So whats up Punk
 You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot
 Your moms 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 mutha fuckin' Bobcat
 Ninety three suckas want me to go out
 Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich
 Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
 Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
 Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
 Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
 Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
 Got any last wordz
 [Tupac]
 Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black
 Sit back
 Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
 Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker
 [Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
 Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
 Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
 Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same
 Feel a real nigga 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 nigga fall dead
 Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
 Be prepared for the smoke to bust
 What niggas need to do is start loc'in up
 United we stand divided we fall
 They can shoot one nigga
 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 nigga teach two niggas
 three teach four niggas
 And them niggas teach more niggas
 And when we blast
 That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
 And them is my last wordz