Ice Cube Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit Lyrics

Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit Lyrics

Goddamn, it's a brand new payback

From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black

How many motherfuckers gotta pay?

Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK



Caps gotta get pealed

'Cause 'The Nigga Ya Love To Hate' still can 'Kill at Will'

It ain't no pop 'cause that sucks

And you can New Jack swing on my nuts



Down wit the niggaz that I bail out

I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out

Fuck you Ice Cube, that's what the people say

Fuck Amerikkka, still wit the triple K



'Cause you know when my nine goes pop

It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up

Now, let's see who'll drop

Punk motherfuckers tryin' to ban Hip-Hop



Fuck R&B and the runnin' man

I'm the one that stand with the gun in hand

Make sure before you buck with Duck Quick

Punk, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit



I'ma let y'all know one thing man



Hell yeah, it's on, you better tell 'em

Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherfuckin' L.M.

It's the number one crew in the area

Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya



Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt

Punks roll when I put in work

'Cause Lench Mob niggaz are the craziest

And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit



South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell

Hittin' fools up with the big ass L

One time can't hold me back

Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs



Stop givin' juice to the Raiders

'Cause Al Davis, never paid us

I hope he wear a vest

It's all about the L E N C H, y'all know the rest



Motherfuckin' crew, motherfuckin' mob

Do a motherfuckin' job in a motherfuckin' squad

In '91, Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger

And I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit



One and two, ah three e and ah four and

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute

Drop a old school beat



Like I said, it's a brand new payback

Now in '91, let's see who beats the jack

Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller

Keep the wack beats out, true, motherfuckin' baller



And hoes can't roll on even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta 'Hold On'

Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic

I gotta have it to peel his cap backwards

I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue, goin' up against the Zulu



Break his spine like a jellyfish

Kick his ass 'til I'm smellin' shit

Off wit the head, off wit the head I say

And watch the Devil start kickin'



Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin'

Yo, turn him over wit a spatula, now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker

Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick

Pig, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit



Last person in the world you wanna fuck with

Last person in the world you wanna fuck with

Last person in the world you wanna fuck with