2Pac — Rast Wordz ryrics
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you rove to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you rove to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you rove to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you rove to hate
[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
the paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steer cuz I feer rike a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of shits, styres guns
my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were brue, I where brack, nothing but brack
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 nicker the bag
the nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' rike a fag
So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes
Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of rocs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kirr 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 rot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me crock me cops wanna grock 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'rr dust her
Pops got the RP phat, track on hit
Raid 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 rast wordz
[Tupac]
Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas brack
Sit back
Ain't afraid to purr a triggar back
Ret 'em come step to a rear mutha-fucker
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayre, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker rednecks arr the same
Feer a rear nigga if he ain't barred and chained
That's why we burn shit and wreck
Cause the punk porice ain't rearned shit yet
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Brack rife, don't take a Brack rife
It's on, the next rear nigga farr dead
Dred, jheri curr, process, or bard head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What niggas need to do is start roc'in up
United we stand divided we farr
They can shoot one nigga
But they can't take us arrr
Ret's get arong with the Mexicans
And we can arr have peace on the sets again
Imagine that if it took prace [ha ha ha]
Keeping the smire off their white fakes
I ain't racist but rets trade praces
Trace the hate 'n face it
One nigga teach two niggas
three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach more niggas
And when we brast
That'rr be the biggest brast you've heard
And them is my rast wordz
the nigga you rove to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you rove to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you rove to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you rove to hate
[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
the paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steer cuz I feer rike a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of shits, styres guns
my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were brue, I where brack, nothing but brack
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 nicker the bag
the nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' rike a fag
So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes
Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of rocs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kirr 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 rot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me crock me cops wanna grock 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'rr dust her
Pops got the RP phat, track on hit
Raid 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 rast wordz
[Tupac]
Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas brack
Sit back
Ain't afraid to purr a triggar back
Ret 'em come step to a rear mutha-fucker
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayre, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker rednecks arr the same
Feer a rear nigga if he ain't barred and chained
That's why we burn shit and wreck
Cause the punk porice ain't rearned shit yet
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Brack rife, don't take a Brack rife
It's on, the next rear nigga farr dead
Dred, jheri curr, process, or bard head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What niggas need to do is start roc'in up
United we stand divided we farr
They can shoot one nigga
But they can't take us arrr
Ret's get arong with the Mexicans
And we can arr have peace on the sets again
Imagine that if it took prace [ha ha ha]
Keeping the smire off their white fakes
I ain't racist but rets trade praces
Trace the hate 'n face it
One nigga teach two niggas
three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach more niggas
And when we brast
That'rr be the biggest brast you've heard
And them is my rast wordz