Muggs - We Had to Tear This Muthaf**a Up lyrics

("Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city To the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances Of the peace are against the interests of all our people; and Therefore cannot be permitted.") ("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...") ("We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard, that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area, obviously.") ("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...") [Cube] Make it rough ("A lot of activity continues here at this command post.") [Cube] Make it rough!! ("We have sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles.") [Verse 1] Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to k** me When the news get to the hood the n***as will be Hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust Kickin up dust is a must I can't trust, a cracker in a blue uniform Stick a n***a like a unicorn Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul Cut his f**in throat and I smile Go to Simi Valley and surely Somebody knows the address of the jury Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Ohh it's Ice Cube) "Can I talk to the grand wizard," then boom!! Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral Now he's zipped up like Leather Tuscadero Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Koon Shoot him in the face, run up in him with a broom- -stick, prick, devils ain't sh** Introduce his a** to the AK-40 dick Two days n***as layed in the cut To get some respect we had to tear this muthaf**a up {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} [Cube] Make it rough {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} [Verse 2] I gotta mac-10 for Officer Wind Damn his devil a** need to be shipped back to Kansas In a casket, crew cut f*ggot Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots Lunch, punch, Hawaiin, lyin n***as ain't buyin, ya story, bore me Tearin up sh** with fire, shooters, looters Now I got a laptop computer I told you it would happened and you heard it, read it But all you can call me was anti-semitic Regret it? Nope, said it? Yep Listen to my big black boots as I step n***as had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push But your National Guard ain't hard You had to get Rodney to stop me, cause you know what? We woulda to' this muthaf**a up {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} [Cube] Make it rough {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} [Cube] Ay Muggs, make it rough! {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} [Verse 3] It's on, "Gone With the Wind" And I know white men can't dunk, now I'm stealin blunts And a cake from Betty Crocker, Orville Reddenbacher Don't f** with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers Steal, motherf** Fire Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the co*ktail, I smell smoke Got the f** out, Ice Cube lucked out My n***a had his truck out, didn't get stuck out In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas Oh Jesus, Western Surplus got the heaters Meet us, so we can get the 9's and the what-nots Got the Mossberg with the double-eyed buckshot Ready for Darryl, and like Baretta would say Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow "Don't do the crime if you can't do the time" But I'm rollin, so that's a f**ed-up slogan The Hogan's, Heroes, spotted the guerilla By the Sizzler, hittin up police k**er The super-duper n***a that'll buck We had to tear this muthaf**a up, so what the f**!?! {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} [Cube] Huh, make it rough! {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} [Cube] Yo Muggs, make it rough {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} [Cube] Huh, make it rough {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} [Cube] Enough! {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong n***a to fu*k WITH!"} ("Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy Wind, and Theodore Briseno. The four officers accused of beating Motorist Rodney King.")