2 Pac - Last Wordz Lyrics
Ice cubes in the mutha-*****in houseThe nigga you love to hateIce cubes in the mutha-*****in houseThe nigga you love to hateIce cubes in the mutha-*****in houseThe nigga you love to hateIce cubes in the mutha-*****in houseThe nigga you love to hate[ice cube]Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terrorThe paranoid, gots to get the boyGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbangerYah, I got a gang of shits, styles gunsMy uzzie wieghts a mutha-*****in tonBucking down one, bucking down two,Bucking down your crew, mutha ***** youPigs were blue, I where black, nothing but blackCause God damn its a brand new payback***** pat sajak, never did nothing for a niggaOn tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bagThe nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin like a fagSo, keep your mutha-*****in jokesCuz, Im that nigga with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrakers and them dirty mackers friends arent jackersGet yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for carsIce t in the mutha *****in houseIce t in the mutha *****in houseIce t in the mutha *****in houseIce t in the mutha *****in houseIce t in the mutha *****in houseIce t in the mutha *****in house[ice t]O to the mutha *****in g I break crazyA lot of niggas hate me but they cant fade meStop me clock me cops wanna glock meMutha ***** mutha ***** pigs cant stop meUhh, am I a g, I got proofBanged in my youth, keep niggas on the roofWith a scope, dough, cube keep the rope tupac string a nigga up[? hit the mob dope? ]So whats up punkYou want what I got step to me wrong ***** around and get shotYour moms crying ***** her bust her***** start screaming to me and Ill dust herPops got the lp phat, track on hitLaid by the mutha *****in bobcatNinety three suckas want me to go outThrow the hoe out, ***** mutha *****er Im richTupacs in the mutha *****in houseTupacs in the mutha *****in houseTupacs in the mutha *****in houseTupacs in the mutha *****in houseTupacs in the mutha *****in houseGot any last wordz[tupac]Now theyre after me, why? cuz a niggas blackSit backAint afraid to pull a triggar backLet em come step to a real mutha-*****er[boom, boom] mama aint raised no suckersDan quayle, dont you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-*****er rednecks all the sameFeel a real nigga if he aint balled and chainedThats why we burn shit and wreckCause the punk police aint learned shit yetYou mutha-*****as gonna pay the priceCant make a black life, dont take a black lifeIts on, the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start locin upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they cant take us allLets get along with the mexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI aint racist but lets trade placesTrace the hate n face itOne nigga teach two niggasThree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd when we blastThatll be the biggest blast youve heardAnd them is my last wordz
