B-Real - Ice Cube k**a lyrics

[Shag] Gimmie that beat, b**h! (vocal sample: "We Are At War") Ding Ding Muthaf**a It's round two I got my lunch and my dinner, fool You think we gonna bow down to some punk a** n***as We from the evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [k**a], Wack 10 [k**a] Doughboy [k**a], Wack 10 [k**a] Doughboy [k**a], Wack 10 [k**a] Doughboy [k**a], Wack 10 [k**a] [B-Real] In about four seconds some east side n***as Is gonna put the foot in the a** of Doughboy and Wack 10 I suggest you stay tuned muthaf**as [B-Real's verse] It takes two of you f*ggots to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you hoes with "No Vaseline" You could be the big fish, bring your drama f** your mama, I'll bring the pack of piranhas You tried to pull a ditty, ho But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video You get addicted You can take your four W fingers And stick it in Mack 10's a** and lick it Ice Cube is a thing of the past If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your a** You're the King of punks, king of busters, king of thieves Now get down of your f**in' knees (Shag: Bow Down) Start to s**ing You tried to remake N.W.A. without Dre and Ren Dub's cool, but you're f**in' up with Mack 10 Silly little philly, I'm back tearing' Can you really see my machine gun turrets? Open and aimed at your fat little frame How can I miss? I'll twist your cap and take your name an*lyze it, my name should be Mack 11 I'm a higher caliber MC, there's no question Anytime you wann run up you get dealt with You get melted "Check Yo' Self" (b**h check it) Ice Cube, you better tell'em (tell 'em mutha-f**a) Muggs made the best songs on your third album (b*atch!) [Shag (spoken)] You and Wack 10 Can't deal with this Cypress Hill to the muthaf**in' fullest f** y'all So what'cha wanna do? Bring it on, n***a This is Shag from the Neighborhood Family [Shag's verse] Mack 10 is a b**h, s**in' Ice Cube's dick But what you f*ggots know about some gangsta sh**? (B-Real: Nothin) Let's take it to the streets and fight like real g's What you n***as wanna do? You can't f** with these Ain't never had a strap now you wanna gangsta rap Can't come to your hood cause you're scared to get jacked f** peace, this is war everybody on the floor When I see your fat a** I'm takin' one to your jaw f** you f** your mama f** your whole clique Better yet, f** every n***a that you're down wit' Unoriginal, can't stand b**h made n***as Ice Cube, you'se an actor not a muthaf**in' k**a What neighborhood you from? what don't you ever done? When the sh** goes down you the first one to run Every time you talk got a mouth full of drama Only missing you done is going to church wit'cha mama.. [B-Real's verse] You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube k**a Break yourself niga, huh! Give a lick-a you ain't a k**a You a busta muthaf**a b**h made n***as I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"-- Hoes like you can't figure out where you're from Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton? Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on Is Ice Cube's nuts now he's all in your guts You wanna be like him but you got no sk**s If he's the king you must be the queen of the Hill But I shank the Cube's fat neck cause "A b**h Iz A b**h" And a b**h don't get no respect No doubt Westside connections means Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!) All of your homies are down wit' my clique Why you always gotta be bitin' my sh** And you don't know one b**h on my dick But yours is best get a blood test for your kid Only bangin' you done was with toy figures Your mama wouldn't let you hang with real g n***as Bring your clique on you wanna scrap So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!) Mack 10 I gibe you a year I guarantee You'll realize that you're getting' f**ed And you'll run to me You pretty little trick, you look real sweet (Mmmm!) I should make you one of my hoes like Cube was for Eazy Doughboy, you're f**in' around wit' the real Cuban I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullsh**, actor, studio gangsta You should win an award For most outstanding wax banger f** what you been through What you're going through East Side family, n***a What you wanna do? [Shag] Eastside! That's right n***a! East muthaf**in' side 'Til' we die, n***a! f** all you punk a** n***as! Cube 187 Mack 10 187 Any other punk a** n***a Who wanna take this beat 187 We hit n***as up like that We bicoastal, n***a Cypress Hill family n***as better recognize We here to chastise n***a, hoo bangin' That's how we hoo ride n***a No love for none of ya'll punk a** n***as East coast n***a, West coast We don't give a f** Talk sh** get shot, n***a That's how we feel, n***a n***as get k**ed Caps get peeled f**in' with Cypress Hill Yeah, I thought you knew n***a I represent muthaf**a How does that sound n***a Cypress Hill Family They're gonna f** all ya'll n***as (Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the f** out man�) (Cypress Hill sample: here is something you can't understand How I could just k** a man...)