Last Wordz
(专辑: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 1993)
Got any last words Yeah I've got some last words Ice Cube's in the
muthafucking house The
nigga you love to hate [Ice Cube:] Here comes the
nigga with the
ruff, the
terror The
paranoid, gots to get the
boy Get your steel cause I
feel like a
headbanger Yeah I
got a
gang of shits, styles guns My Uzi weighs a
motherfucking ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs wear blue, I
wear black, nothing but black Cause Goddamn it's a
brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a
nigga On the
trigger the
zigga the
zag the
nickel the
bag The
nigga the
sag the
forty four mag got you running like a
fag So, keep your muthafucking 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 the
cause Ice-T in the
motherfucking house L.A. Playa [Ice-T:] O
to the
muthafuckin G, I
break crazy A
lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me But the
punk motherfucking 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 2Pac'll string a
nigga up if the
mob don't 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 fucking Bobcat Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the
ho out, bitch muthafucker I'm rich 2Pac's in the
muthafucking house Nigga I'm loc'd, 2Pac's gonna get'cha motherfuckers Got any last words [2Pac:] Now they're after me, why?, cause a
nigga's Black Spitting facts and ain't afraid to pull a
trigger back Let em come step to a
real muthafucker (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 Muthafucker Rednecks all the
same Fear 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 Dread, 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 all 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 they White face 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