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Tupac - Last Wordz

Last Wordz Lyrics - 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 wear blue, I wear 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 four 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 the cause 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 but the punk mutha fucka 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 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 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 on they 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.

Author: RIPMakaveli1971
Keywords: tupac 2pac shakur makaveli ice cube last words wordz lyrics strictly for my niggaz west side rap
Added: December 21, 2008

Last Wordz - 2Pac Ft. Ice Cube & Ice T

Album is Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z, lyrics:Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hate[ICE CUBE]Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terrorthe paranoid, gots to get the boyGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbangerYah, I got a gang of shits, styles gunsmy uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' tonbucking down one, bucking down two,bucking down your crew, mutha fuck youPigs were blue, I where black, nothing but blackCause god damn its a brand new paybackFuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a niggaon tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bagthe nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fagSo, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokesCuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackersget yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for carsIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' house[Ice T]O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazya lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade meStop me clock me cops wanna glock memutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop meUHH, am I a G, I got proofBanged in my youth, keep niggas on the roofwith a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up[?Hit the mob dope?]So whats up PunkYou want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shotYour moms crying fuck her bust herBitch start screaming to me and I'll dust herPops got the LP phat, track on hitLaid by the mutha fuckin' BobcatNinety three suckas want me to go outThrow the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm richTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseGot any last wordz[Tupac]Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas blackSit backAin't afraid to pull a triggar backLet 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckersDan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-fucker rednecks all the sameFeel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chainedThat's why we burn shit and wreckCause the punk police ain't learned shit yetYou mutha-fuckas gonna pay the priceCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black lifeIt's on, the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start loc'in upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they can't take us alllLet's get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI ain't racist but lets trade placesTrace the hate 'n face itOne nigga teach two niggasthree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd when we blastThat'll be the biggest blast you've heardAnd them is my last wordz

Author: Joel08Joel
Keywords: rap gangsta ice cube tupac shakur 2pac amaru
Added: October 12, 2008

2pac- Last Wordz ( feat. Ice Cube & Ice T )

Artist: 2PacTitel: Last WordzIce 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

Author: McZigeuner
Keywords: 2pac Tupac Shakur LastWordz Last Wordz Ice Cube
Added: October 10, 2008

Tupac Ft Ice Cube & Ice T - Last Wordz *Lyrics

Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hate[ICE CUBE]Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terrorthe paranoid, gots to get the boyGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbangerYah, I got a gang of shits, styles gunsmy uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' tonbucking down one, bucking down two,bucking down your crew, mutha fuck youPigs were blue, I where black, nothing but blackCause god damn its a brand new paybackFuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a niggaon tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bagthe nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fagSo, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokesCuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackersget yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for carsIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' house[Ice T]O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazya lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade meStop me clock me cops wanna glock memutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop meUHH, am I a G, I got proofBanged in my youth, keep niggas on the roofwith a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up(?Hit the mob dope?)So whats up PunkYou want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shotYour moms crying fuck her bust herBitch start screaming to me and I'll dust herPops got the LP phat, track on hitLaid by the mutha fuckin' BobcatNinety three suckas want me to go outThrow the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm richTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseGot any last wordz[Tupac]Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas blackSit backAin't afraid to pull a triggar backLet 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckersDan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-fucker rednecks all the sameFeel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chainedThat's why we burn shit and wreckCause the punk police ain't learned shit yetYou mutha-fuckas gonna pay the priceCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black lifeIt's on, the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start loc'in upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they can't take us alll Let's get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI ain't racist but lets trade placesTrace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggasthree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heardAnd them is my last wordz

Author: RapxLyrics
Keywords: Rap Hiphop Tupac 2pac Shakur Lyrics Rulles Ice Cube Last Wordz
Added: July 30, 2008

Tupac Ft Ice Cube & Ice T - Last Wordz *Lyrics

Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hate[ICE CUBE]Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terrorthe paranoid, gots to get the boyGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbangerYah, I got a gang of shits, styles gunsmy uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' tonbucking down one, bucking down two,bucking down your crew, mutha fuck youPigs were blue, I where black, nothing but blackCause god damn its a brand new paybackFuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a niggaon tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bagthe nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fagSo, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokesCuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackersget yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for carsIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' house[Ice T]O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazya lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade meStop me clock me cops wanna glock memutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop meUHH, am I a G, I got proofBanged in my youth, keep niggas on the roofwith a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up(?Hit the mob dope?)So whats up PunkYou want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shotYour moms crying fuck her bust herBitch start screaming to me and I'll dust herPops got the LP phat, track on hitLaid by the mutha fuckin' BobcatNinety three suckas want me to go outThrow the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm richTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseGot any last wordz[Tupac]Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas blackSit backAin't afraid to pull a triggar backLet 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckersDan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-fucker rednecks all the sameFeel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chainedThat's why we burn shit and wreckCause the punk police ain't learned shit yetYou mutha-fuckas gonna pay the priceCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black lifeIt's on, the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start loc'in upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they can't take us alll Let's get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI ain't racist but lets trade placesTrace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggasthree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heardAnd them is my last wordz

Author: RapxLyrics
Keywords: Rap Hiphop Tupac 2pac Shakur Lyrics Rulles Ice Cube Last Wordz
Added: July 30, 2008

Tupac Ft Ice Cube & Ice T - Last Wordz *Lyrics

Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hate[ICE CUBE]Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terrorthe paranoid, gots to get the boyGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbangerYah, I got a gang of shits, styles gunsmy uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' tonbucking down one, bucking down two,bucking down your crew, mutha fuck youPigs were blue, I where black, nothing but blackCause god damn its a brand new paybackFuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a niggaon tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bagthe nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fagSo, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokesCuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackersget yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for carsIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' house[Ice T]O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazya lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade meStop me clock me cops wanna glock memutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop meUHH, am I a G, I got proofBanged in my youth, keep niggas on the roofwith a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up(?Hit the mob dope?)So whats up PunkYou want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shotYour moms crying fuck her bust herBitch start screaming to me and I'll dust herPops got the LP phat, track on hitLaid by the mutha fuckin' BobcatNinety three suckas want me to go outThrow the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm richTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseGot any last wordz[Tupac]Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas blackSit backAin't afraid to pull a triggar backLet 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckersDan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-fucker rednecks all the sameFeel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chainedThat's why we burn shit and wreckCause the punk police ain't learned shit yetYou mutha-fuckas gonna pay the priceCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black lifeIt's on, the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start loc'in upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they can't take us alll Let's get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI ain't racist but lets trade placesTrace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggasthree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heardAnd them is my last wordz

Author: RapxLyrics
Keywords: Rap Hiphop Tupac 2pac Shakur Lyrics Rulles Ice Cube Last Wordz
Added: July 30, 2008

Tupac Ft Ice Cube & Ice T - Last Wordz *Lyrics

Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hate[ICE CUBE]Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terrorthe paranoid, gots to get the boyGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbangerYah, I got a gang of shits, styles gunsmy uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' tonbucking down one, bucking down two,bucking down your crew, mutha fuck youPigs were blue, I where black, nothing but blackCause god damn its a brand new paybackFuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a niggaon tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bagthe nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fagSo, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokesCuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackersget yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for carsIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' house[Ice T]O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazya lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade meStop me clock me cops wanna glock memutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop meUHH, am I a G, I got proofBanged in my youth, keep niggas on the roofwith a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up(?Hit the mob dope?)So whats up PunkYou want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shotYour moms crying fuck her bust herBitch start screaming to me and I'll dust herPops got the LP phat, track on hitLaid by the mutha fuckin' BobcatNinety three suckas want me to go outThrow the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm richTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseGot any last wordz[Tupac]Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas blackSit backAin't afraid to pull a triggar backLet 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckersDan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-fucker rednecks all the sameFeel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chainedThat's why we burn shit and wreckCause the punk police ain't learned shit yetYou mutha-fuckas gonna pay the priceCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black lifeIt's on, the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start loc'in upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they can't take us alll Let's get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI ain't racist but lets trade placesTrace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggasthree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heardAnd them is my last wordz

Author: RapxLyrics
Keywords: Rap Hiphop Tupac 2pac Shakur Lyrics Rulles Ice Cube Last Wordz
Added: July 30, 2008

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Pat Sajak Bald?
It could just be an April Fools day joke, but it was the weirdest end of a "Wheel of Fortune" Episode I have ever seen....
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