2pac - Last Wordz lyrics

(feat. Ice Cube, Ice-T) Ice cube's in the mutha-f**in' house the n***a you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-f**in' house the n***a you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-f**in' house the n***a you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-f**in' house the n***a you love to hate [ICE CUBE] Yo, here comes the n***a 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 sh**s, styles guns my uzzie wieghts a mutha-f**in' ton bucking down one, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha f** you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new payback f** Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a n***a on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag the n***a the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a f*g So, keep your mutha-f**in' jokes Cuz, I'm that n***a 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***as out to k** for cars Ice T in the mutha f**in' house Ice T in the mutha f**in' house Ice T in the mutha f**in' house Ice T in the mutha f**in' house Ice T in the mutha f**in' house Ice T in the mutha f**in' house [Ice T] O to the mutha f**in G I break crazy a lot of n***as hate me but they can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha f** mutha f** pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep n***as on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a n***a 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**h start screaming to me and I'll dust her Pops got the LP phat, track on hit Laid by the mutha f**in' Bobcat Ninety three s**as want me to go out Throw the hoe out, b**h mutha f**er I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha f**in' house Tupac's in the mutha f**in' house Tupac's in the mutha f**in' house Tupac's in the mutha f**in' house Tupac's in the mutha f**in' house Got any last wordz [Tupac] Now they're after me, why? cuz a n***as black Sit back Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-f**er [Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no s**ers Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your a** kicked Where was you when there was n***as in the caskets? Mutha-f**er rednecks all the same Feel a real n***a if he ain't balled and chained That's why we burn sh** and wreck Cause the punk police ain't learned sh** yet You mutha-f**as gonna pay the price Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life It's on, the next real n***a fall dead Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head Be prepared for the smoke to bust What n***as need to do is start loc'in up United we stand divided we fall They can shoot one n***a 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***a teach two n***as three teach four n***as And them n***as teach more n***as And when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heard And them is my last wordz