Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Wordz, artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Last Wordz |
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 |
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 |
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 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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |