| A nigga that’s livin in the city of the criminal zone
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| One-time can’t keep the law in order
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| cos everybody’s goin crazy for a quarter
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| You’re tuned in to the number one crew in the area
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| The way I’m talkin I’m scarin ya
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| I’m darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
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| or beat down for ya flag
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| Cos if you is or you ain’t a gangbanger
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| Keep one in the chamber
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| Cos you’ll get them thangs put on ya son
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| Ice Cube has got the 4−1-1
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| All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
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| So I get jealous looks
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| They keep thinkin did my hair grow?
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| Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
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| Hell no, I’ll static son, you’ll see it’s okay
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| I keep my 9 anyway
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| for the day one of my homies wanna squab
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| I’m still rollin wit The Lench Mob
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| (AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted)
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| Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
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| Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
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| But if you know me, you know that I’m liable
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| to bust a cap cos it’s all about survival of the fittest
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| I’m a menace crook
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| I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
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| From the shit I took from people
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| I reap all your fat shit, jack
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| Back to the criminals sect
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| I leave crew after crew but they can’t catch me yet
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| Cos I’m slick as slippery
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| They can’t get wit me, cops ain’t shit to me
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| I can’t dig a pig so I drop the dogs
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| and sweat em like sweathogs
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| and get mad, mad cos I’m the nigga that flaunt it
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| AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted
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| Aiyo, here’s what the poster read:
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| 'Ice Cube is wanted dead'
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| That’s all it said
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| I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
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| Hear shots and si-reens
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| When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings
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| So give it up punk and then I just
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| put another jack in progress
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| It’s the American way
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| cos I’m the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
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| Ice Cube — a motherfuckin clepto
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| and tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so
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| who gets the worm?
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| And if I’m caught in a trap
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| you know I’ma beat the wack
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| with a payoff, cop gotta lay off
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| FBI on my dick, stay off!
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| I’m not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
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| I’m a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
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| so get the Kryptonite cos I’m a rip tonight
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| Cos I’m scarin ya, wanted by America
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| (Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass)
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| Word, but who the fuck has heard?
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| It’s time to take a trip to the suburbs
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| Let em see a nigga invasion
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| Point blank for the caucasian
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| Cock the hammer then crackle, smile
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| Take me to your house, pal
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| Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see
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| Crack the safe, got the money and the jewellry
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| Three weeks later, I’m at the P-A-D
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| Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
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| Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn’t be
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| (Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV
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| Damn (oh shit!) I didn’t know I lucked out
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| Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out
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| Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough when
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| the ol' bitch down the street must’ve turned me in
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| Cos the feds was out there ten deep
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| I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat
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| I think back when I was robbin my own kind
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| The police didn’t pay it no mind
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| But when I start robbin the white folks
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| Now I’m in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope
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| I said it before and I’ll still taught it
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| Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted |