Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
  the nigga you love to hate
  Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
  the nigga you love to hate
  Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
  the nigga you love to hate
  Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
  the nigga you love to hate
    [ICE CUBE]
  Yo, here comes the nigga 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 shits, styles guns
  my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
  bucking down one, bucking down two,
  bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
  Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
  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 nickel the bag
  the nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fag
  So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes
  Cuz, I'm that nigga 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 niggas out to kill 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 lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
  Stop me clock me cops wanna glock 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'll dust her
  Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
  Laid 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 last wordz
    [Tupac]
  Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black
  Sit back
  Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
  Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker
  [Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
  Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
  Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
  Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same
  Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained
  That's why we burn shit and wreck
  Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet
  You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
  Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
  It's on, the next real nigga fall dead
  Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
  Be prepared for the smoke to bust
  What niggas need to do is start loc'in up
  United we stand divided we fall
  They can shoot one nigga
  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 nigga teach two niggas
  three teach four niggas
  And them niggas teach more niggas
  And when we blast
  That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
  And them is my last wordz