Ice Cube – The Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

Stop givin’ juice to the Raiders
Hell yeah it’s on, you better tell ’em

Don’t let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic
Ice Cube and I’m rolling with the motherfuckin L.M
Caps gotta get peeled
Punk, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with
Now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue
Fuck R&B and the runnin’ man
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say

"Fuck you, Ice Cube!", that’s what the people say
How many motherfuckers gotta pay
Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick

Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
"One-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and"
Pig, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with!
Do a muthafuckin’ job in a muthafuckin’ squad
Punks roll when I put in work
"Last person in the world you wanna fuck with"
I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards
Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK
It’s all about the L-E-N-C-H y’all know the rest
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute"
And y’all motherfuckers can’t fade my shit
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
(Keep the wack beats out)
Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller
True motherfuckin’ baller
Hittin fools up with the big ass L
Cause Al Davis never paid us
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
I hope he wear a vest
Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will"
Break his spine like a jellyfish
And I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Kick his ass til I’m smellin shit
Grand Dragon finger lickin’

And you can New Jack SWING on my nuts
It’ll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
Fuck AmeriKKKa, still with the triple K
Down wit the niggas that I bail out
One time can’t hold me back
In ’91 Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger
And hoes can’t roll on
And watch the devil start kickin’
It ain’t no pop cause that sucks
Like I said, it’s a brand new payback
Even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta "Hold On"
Goin up against the Zulu
Make a move for your gat and I’ll bury ya
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
Now let’s see who’ll drop
Drop a old school beat!
Muthafuckin’ crew, muthafuckin’ mob
South Central, that’s where the Lench Mob dwell
I’m the one that stand, with the gun in hand

"I’ma let y’all know one thing man"
Run around like a chicken
It’s the number one crew in the area
God damn, it’s a brand new payback
Cause Lench Mob niggas are the craziest
I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out

Punk motherfuckers tryin’ to ban hip-hop
Cause you know when my nine goes buck
Now in ’91, let’s see whose beats get jacked!