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Ice cube by Cypress Hill F/ Shag

[Shag]

Gimmie that beat, b**ch! (vocal sample: "We Are At War")

Ding Ding Muthaf**ka

It's round two

I got my nuts and my denim, fool

You think we gonan bow down to some punk ass niggaz

We from the evil side, boy


Chorus: B-Real [Shag]

Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]

Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]

Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]

Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]


[B-Real]

In about four seconds some east side niggaz

Is gonna put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10

I suggest you stay tuned muthaf**kas


[B-Real's verse]

It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me

Now I'm running up in you hoes

With "No Vaseline"

You could be the big fish

Bring your drama

f**k your mama

I'll bring the pack of piranhas

You tried to pull a ditty, ho

But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video

You get addicted

You can take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it

Ice Cube is a thing of the past

If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your ass

You're the King of punks

King of busters

King of thieves

Now get down of your f**kin' knees (Shag: Bow Down)

Start to sucking


You try to remake NWA without Dre and Ren

Dub's cool

But you're f**kin' up with Mack 10

Silly little philly

I'm back tearing'

Can you really see my machine gun turrets?

Open and aimed at your fat little frame

How can I miss?

I'll twist your cap and take your name

an*lyze it

My name should be Mack 11

I'm a higher caliber MC

There's no question

Anytime you wann run up

You get dealt with

You get melted

"Check Yo' self" (b**ch check it)

Ice Cube, you better tell'em (tell 'em mutha-f**ka)

Muggs made the best songs on your third album (biatch!)

Shag (spoken):

You and Wack 10

Can't deal with this

Cypress Hill to the muthaf**kin' fullest

f**k y'all

So what'cha wanna do?

Bring it on, nigga

This is Shag from the Neighborhood Family

Shag's verse:

Mack 10 is a b**ch

Suckin' Ice Cube's dick

But what you faggets know about some gangsta sh*t (B-Real: Nothin)

Let's take it to the streets

And fight like real g's

What you niggaz wanna do?

You can't f**k with these

Ain't never had a strap

Now you wanna gangsta rap

Come can't to your hood

'Cause you're scared to get jacked

f**k peace, this is war

Everybody on the floor

When I see your fat ass

I'm takin' one to your jaw

f**k you

f**k your mama

f**k your whole clique

Better yet, f**k every nigga that you're down wit'

Unoriginal

Can't stand b**ch made niggaz

Ice Cube, youse an actor

Not a muthaf**kin' killa

What neighborhood you from?

What don't you ever done?

When the sh*t goes down

You the first one to run

Everytime you talk

Got a mouth full of drama

Only missing you done

Is going to church wit'cha mama

B-Real's verse:

You got the Real-a

Swingi' of fmy nuts

Cube Killa

Break yourself niga, huh!

Give a lick-a

You ain't a killa

You a busta

Muthaf**ka

b**ch made niggaz

I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"--

Hoes like you can't figure out where you're from

Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton?

Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on

Is Ice Cube's nuts

Now he's all in your guts

You wannabe like him

But you got no skills

If he's the king

You must be the queen of the Hill

But I shank the Cube's fat neck

'Cause "A b**ch Iz A b**ch"

And a b**ch don't get no respect

No doubt

Westside Connections means

Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!)

All of your homies are down wit' my clique

Why you always gotta be bitin' my sh*t

And you don't know one b**ch on my dick

But yours is best get a blood test for your kid

Only bangin' you done was with toy figures

Your mama wouldn't let you hang

With real g niggaz

Bring your clique on

You wanna scr*p

So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)

Mack 10

I gibe you a year

I guarantee

You'll realize that you're getting' f**ked

And you'll run to me

You pretty little trick

You look real sweet (Mmmm!)

I should make you one of my hoes like

Cube was for Eazy

Doughboy, you're f**kin' around wit' the real Cuban

I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullsh*t

Actor, studio gangsta

You should win an award

For most outstanding wax banger

f**k what you been through

What you're going through

East Side family, nigga

What you wanna do?


[Shag]

Eastside!

That's right nigga!

East muthaf**kin' side

'Til' we die, nigga!

f**k all you punk ass niggaz!

Cube 187

Mack 10 187

Any other unk ass nigga

Who wanna take this beat

187

We hit niggaz up like that

We bicoastal, nigga

Cypress Hill family

Niggaz better recognize

We here to chastise

Nigga, hoo bangin'

That's how we hoo ride nigga

No love for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz

East coast nigga, West coast

We don't give a f**k

Talk sh*t get shot, nigga

That's how we feel, nigga

Niggaz get killed,

Caps get peeled f**kin' with Cypress Hill

Yeah, I thought you knew nigga

I represent muthaf**ka

How does that sound nigga

Cypress Hill Family

They're gonna f**k all ya'll biggaz

(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the f**k out man…)

(Cypress Hill sample: here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man...)