Ice Cube

[fox69]

"Penitentiary"

"Penitentiary"


"Attention all nigga rows and nigga hoes
We've decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way
Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock
In the penal system. In the justice system"

Penitentiary, I hear you calling me [x4]

[Verse 1]
As the world turns, it burns while it's spinning
Coming to a fucked-up ending
I can't wait till the day everything in the hood is straight
And I can hit the purty gates
Until then, the pen is unfair
Slave ships in the middle of nowhere (ma)
I lets my goddamn hair grow (ma)
Bellin' in court, lookin' like a scarecrow
On Capital Hill, they them passed a bill
Coming at me with a fucked-up deal (nah)
The judge gave me a 'L'
But y'all can't tell
I wait and cry in my cell
Convicted negro, superhero
Speaker at our house
Takin' lyrics in my mouth
Bitches in the south showin' ass (mm)
Mix a lot, got hoes puttin titties on the glass
We blast in the west for example
And rap about this shit over funkadelic samples
Yo' babies see me kill a fool on TV (Wilson!)
And straight call me a G

[Chorus]
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Thinkin' of illegal ways to get paid
But it ain't shit, got to be legit

[Bridge]
South-central L.A.
You can buy your game from the C.I.A., hey-hey
And South-central L.A.
You can buy your game from the C.I.A. baby

[Verse 2]
When the evil outweighs the good
And you only give a fuck about rucks
The Earth will self-destruct (Bitch)
Fuck the ozone layer, bitch I'm a playa (Bitch)
Plus we got a black mayor
I get sex when I shows flex (Booom!)
Porbey Rolex (Booom!)
Which hoe is next? (Booom!)
Would you like a piece of me? Not a mate
Calling you a hoe 'cos I'm fucking on the first day (uh)
My world is a one-mile radius
I swear every other hood is the shadiest (uh)
Could the crips and bloods be all rotten
When the trilateral commission is plottin'?
What you gonna do when the Earth erupts?
Some niggaz gettin' nuts outa carafel cups (punk)
Fool you on master's woe
But won't even think about, sucking Bob Doe (punk)
Asshole from the Senate
How can you relate to a project tennant?
Motherfuck you and not the courtman, no corrections
Tryina' get a section of this west-side connection

[Chorus (x2)]
[Bridge]

Just because you gotta stay
You ain't gotta rot away
We gon' come and get you one day
[repeat until fade]

 

[fox69]

"Pros Vs Joes"

"Pros Vs Joes"


[Chorus]
Ice Cube boombayay, (yeah!) boombayay
Ice Cube boombayay, (get up!) boombayay
Ice Cube boombayay, (ah ah!) boombayay
Ice Cube boombayay, (get up!) boombayay

[Ice Cube]
what's up baller, I'm an owner now
You niggas ball for me, I be kickin' it up in my suite
Lookin' down ain't none of y'all fuckin with me
I'm like a bully that you mothafuckas hating to see
Better whisper my name, like The Wizard of OZ
If you say it three times, a lyrical barrage
This is not a mirage, there's no way to dodge
This Cobair engine, met before it collaged
I'm swearin to god, this worse than Jihad
Fuckin with Cube, is like the Book of Eli
I'm pullin my blade, I'm slicin you bastards
You local mothafuckas, I rap to the masses
You internet bitches, My pen is so vicious
The genies' out the bottle, and grantin no wishes
Before you attack, ya should've asked Mack
He would've told ya I'm the architect of Gangsta Rap

[Chorus]
Ice Cube boombayay, (yeah!) boombayay
Ice Cube boombayay, (get up!) boombayay
Ice Cube boombayay, (blah!) boombayay
Ice Cube boombayay, (get up!) boombayay

[Ice Cube]
You mothafuckas in the D-League, I'm in the G-League
I got the most money, I smoke the best weed
I got the best kids, And the best life
With a fine wife, Nigga I'm in paradise
Amateurs think it's easy, but you and that bitch
Ain't about to be the next george and weezy, Just pay to see me
I'm a pro with a show that's incredible, You better let it go
Better learn how to do the dougie
Before I rap you in a snuggy and push you in the buggy
This is Ice Cube, know the people love me
On some Spiritual shit, like the man above me (Cmon')

[Chorus x2]
Ice Cube boombayay, (yeah!) boombayay
Ice Cube boombayay, (get up!) boombayay
Ice Cube boombayay, (ah ah!) boombayay
Ice Cube boombayay, (get up!) boombayay

 

[fox69]

"Pushin' Weight"
(feat. Mr. Short KHOP)

"Pushin' Weight"
(feat. Mr. Short KHOP)



[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Brrrrr

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
Thru this hate retaliate, it's official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
When I hit you
Push the issue
My ghetto dope is amazin
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder
The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough
And baby ain't old enough
For this game I'm rollin up
De-zamn it feels good to be the don
Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
[4X]

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
I hold zone like a Corleone
No more fuckin with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The rolleo's and the baggetts
You still fuckin with them faggets
We turn haters into maggets
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me
Constantly, put the hustle down
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn this, you can't take it
Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega
Walkin with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin chedda
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me
I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade
(Ch-ching)
(since the tenth grade)
(Ch-ching)
(What you need)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Mr. Short Khop]
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
Uncandid, it's the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works
City of the ?Tempeon?, where the hoods lurk
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin for fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutans
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain't no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can't see
So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey
After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply

[Chorus: Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop]
[IC] A yeah yeah
[MSK] I push rhymes like weight
[MSK] I push rhymes like weight
[2X]
[IC] A yeah yeah
[IC] I push rhymes like weight
[IC] I push rhymes like weight
[2X]

[Ice Cube (starts during chorus)]
Ask about me
Worldwide baby
Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah)
Ice Cube makin more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
Puttin it down
We wanted in fifty states for this weight
(A yeah yeah)
Pushin rhymes like weight
Pushin rhymes like weight
(A yeah yeah)
Yeah, blaze one for the nation
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name
You know my name
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name

[Mr. Short Khop]
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
and think you gonna change the game
You ain't changin nothin

[Ice Cube]
I been doin this, I been doin this
Ask about me
Ask about me

 

[fox69]

"Real People"
(with Common)

"Real People"
(with Common)



[Intro:]
Come with it
(The only race on the planet is the human one
Real talk
Spread love

[Verse 1 - Ice Cube:]
We used to fight and fuss, we used to yell and cuss
We used to cock and bust now look at us
We done turned to ashes and dust to dust
I shoulda turned the cause and returned the love
I shoulda passed the bud to all the bloods
And leave them slugs with them pigs in the mud
Who the fuck turned 2Pac into a thug?
All I used to get was a pound and a hug
I remember when we used to hate them drugs
Now we can't rap without being fucked up
High in the club but you sound like a drunk
Hard in the street but a jailhouse punk
Me and that nigga, yeah we used to bring the funk
Now we got love and respect like a monk
Understand that we got a lot in common
Homie you in the same boat that I'm in

[Chorus:]
I'm calling all the real people, real people
Let em know that the change gon come
Tell me where the real people? Real people
It's time to wake up and stand as one
Calling all the real people, real people
You still got our faith nah we ain't none
Tell me where the real people out there
The real people out there

[Verse 2 - Common:]
It's a good day when it's me and O'Shea
It's like the times we cheered for O.J
I say Mike, Cube say Kobe
But ain't no more beef, I put that on chief
Blaow, a little homie dead in the streets
It's like the day they compared us to meat
Glad Farrakan prepared us to meet
Now me and bro bringing meals to the meek
Think about my homie locked up like a Rasta
Dude in my ear asking me about the Oscars
I build with the gods to show improvement
Hard to complain, real people going through it
I know the movement like I was Huey Newton
Can't explain why youngin's are shooting
The revolution will not be on the ground
The revolution is who I am, God damn

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
I don't care what your color is
All my real people, real people love this, love this
I don't care what your color is
All my real people, real people love this, love this
I don't care what your color is
All my real people, real people love this, love this
I don't care what your color is
All my real people, real people love this, love this
Be the change

 

[fox69]

"Really Doe"

"Really Doe"


[GUN SHOT]
"Ain't nobody talkin when I'm talkin fellas so shut the fuck up!"

[Slick Rick sample repeats in background:]
"And who the fuck are you?"
[Ice Cube]
Ohh.. steppin up in my motherfuckin uhh..
Chuck Taylors, Knick kickers, Wallabee's, ??
On my ass I got the umm.. um.. khakis, 501's
On my back I got the uhh.. sweatshirt
You know, with the fat three creases
Uhh, my t-shirt, Slingshot, uhh.. khaki shirt
Umm, and I got the K-cutter, in my, in my pocket
Uhh, got the afro, the braids
Motherfuckin uhh, rollers
"You got to believe, somethin.."
And I just ask my motherfuckin self, uhh
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"}
{"And who the fuck are you?"}

[Ice Cube]
To G or not to G, is the question
And like Smith told Wesson
I'm shady with the .380 old school diploma
I'll leave that ass in a coma, so
If you got a herringbone, _Welcome to the Terrordome_
Two-eleven, sorry Reverend
Oh my god, gettin robbed
Reach for the small, "Atomic Dog"
Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo
Count to ten, and don't try to follow
Cause just like Waco, I can take fo' --
-- ATF, to they death
Bust a left on Western, go and get a room
Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon
Get the right bitch, hit the light switch, here we go
Tap that ass like this - really doe

"You got to believe, somethin.."
West Side Lench Mob
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I'm a motherfuckin G
Cause I'm a mother-fuckin..
{"And who the fuck are you?"}

[Ice Cube]
Thirty in a holdin tank, catch the vapors
Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Concrete bench kickin off the hemorrhoids
Ese's deep, don't fuck with dem boys
Phone check, co-llect call from the baller
Her mama said please don't call her
Do-Wah-Diddy, far from +New Jack City+
Seen one of my peers, "What the fuck you doin in here?"
He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy"
And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy!
Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee
Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky
"Sir, what set you from?" Play dumb
"General popu-la-tion"
Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up
out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya
Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce
Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross
What a friend know? Buy some indo
Never fuck with a silly ho - really doe

"You got to believe, somethin.."
Really doe, bitch
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I'm a motherfuckin G
God damn I'm a motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
Yup, that's right
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I'm a motherfuckin G
God damn I'm a..
{"And who the fuck are you?"}

Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-ass trick
So don't run up, wit ya gun up
Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker
Cause we can play hookie in the _Aqua Boogie_
With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes
Livin unforgiven with the mic on
And punks runnin like roaches with the light on
And that's all the shit I'm startin
Bust a cap (ka-kow-POW) like Jerome on Martin
You lookin for a punk with benefits
cause you got a baby, that take many shits
And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
Scopin hopin, thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow
Hooker hoe - really doe

"You got to believe, somethin.."
Ice Cube, yup
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I'm a motherfuckin G
God damn I'm a motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
Really doe - West Side
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I'm a motherfuckin G
Motherfuckin O, motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
East Side
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"}
{"And who the fuck are you?"}
"You got to believe, somethin.."
South.. Side
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I'm a motherfuckin G
G, G, G, motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
North Side
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"}
{"And who the fuck are you?"}
"You got to believe, somethin.."
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"}

 

[fox69]

"Record Company Pimpin'"

"Record Company Pimpin'"


[Ice Cube]
Please listen to my demo [x8]

A nigga told me, the record company's the pimp
The artist is the hoe, The stage is the corner
And the audience is the trip, god damn

[verse one]
Incredible young nigga, you can't belive i'm just one nigga
God damn i've gotten bigger
Intellect superior,
Walk in a room and make the whole interior, inferior
If you look me in my eyes
You might fuck around and loose control of your mind body and your soul
Grab ahold
Undisputed on the microphone, what choo think
If you wink, i'll make you ich think
Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter
Shotgun enima, this ain't no cinema
All praises due to the creator
--for this man here, that can't no nigga stand near--
True, inventor of the double-you
What choo wanna do, i got the red and the blue
Show me one nigga dedicated to raps
I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps
Record company death traps settin' decoys
Just to pimp young b-boys
With a cup full of yak, studio contact
Maniac with a contract
Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble
About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level
Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in
And take all my publishin', god damn
Do i take it up the rectum
Just to rock the spectrum
Give up a right arm, just to do a form
Hell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin'
No more, record company pimpin'

No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more No more No more No more

You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)
I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)
I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)
So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)

You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo)
I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo)
I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)
So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)

[verse two]
I'ma keep it simple, it went from "please listen to my demo"
To "get your ass out my limo"
Stretch presidential
It's essential cuz the record company will have your ass in a rental
If you let 'em, You have to behead 'em
Contracts you never read 'em
CEO's you never met 'em
Sent to an atourney, Burnstein and Burney
Nigga that's his lawyer, ain't got nothin' for ya
Treat ya like they emloy ya, i'm a warrior
Bite you in the ass like a Georgetown Hoya
When they ignore ya cause, you got to hold your balls
Catch a motherfucker slippin' in bathroom stalls
And then you show 'em that you ain't a rookie
Let 'em know that you'd rather have, more points than more pussy
Pimp turned bookie
Now how the fuck i get in so much debt
God damn, we just met
Welcome to the rap game
Motherfucker be confused and broke before he know whats happenin'
You can be the star and fuck women
I'ma just play the back and keep winnin'

No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more No more No more No more

You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo)
I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo)
I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)
So what we gonna do (i got to holla at you, holla at you)

You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)
I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)
I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)
So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)

It went from please listen to my demo
To get your ass out my limo [x4]

[outro]
Mama's, don't let your kids grow up to be rappers
Unless you tell them if they gonna get in this buisness
They better learn this buisness
Or they goan get fucked
Simple as that
Simple as that

 

[fox69]

"Right Here, Right Now"

"Right Here, Right Now"


This right here is payback from way back I don't play that
This right here is payback from way back I don't play that
This right here is payback from way back I don't play that
This right here is payback from way back I don't play that
Recognize a real dime
When you see one
And don't try to be one
You fuckin peon
I been like dion for eons
You aint nuttin but a biotch
Messed around and let me read up
I come back through and tear the street up
Ice Cube nigga you better D up
And when I come by bitch you better be up
Assss up face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle got to do my thizzle
The only nizzle that I never ever fizzle
The original
You niggaz know
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up (come get some!)
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up (come get some!)
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up (come get some!)
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up!
Gotta get whichya
Hit you with these things that I'm holdin
Who want to squab with the frozen
Now who want to battle with the chosen
You niggaz lotion, I'm no emotion
I'm shrapnel from the explosion
Hit you in the face while you posin
Hi it's jimmy hendrix
I lined up ten dicks
And took out appendix
So go get forensics
Let em know I'm geronimo
'Till it's my time to go
You better find your ho
Get ya babies and ya mama
And move to guantanimo
Doubt my skills
I'm payin my bills
I'm up in the hills
Ya niggaz are kills
Even though I'm on a FUCKED UP label
You bitches know what I can bring to the table
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up (come get some!)
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up (come get some!)
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up (come get some!)
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up!
This right here is payback from way back I don't play that
This right here is payback from way back I don't play that
This right here is payback from way back I don't play that
This right here is payback from way back I don't play that
I like bitches like you
5'2" wearin light blue
The freak get high too
With a fly doo
Notta erikah badu
That's lookin for a "I do"
Now what can I buy you
Just to try you
Need another bitch to lie to
Need another bitch in my coup
Oh please can I trouble you
For a double scoop
A nigga need some T&A
Now you can get dick but you can't get no DNA
I heard you wuz a big freak (can I hang?)
Bitch looked down, I got some big feet
I like mike & ike's
I like watchin dykes
I like goin to fights
I like earnin my stripes
In the book of life
It's only two women
Big ol good ones
And good ol big ones
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up (come get some!)
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up (come get some!)
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up (come get some!)
You gotta get em up (who wants some?)
You better get em up!
[x2]

[scratch] That's how it's goin down [scratch]

 

[fox69]

"Robin Lench (Interlude)"

"Robin Lench (Interlude)"


Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I'm Robin Lench! [applause]
And welcome to "The Lifestyles Of The Poor And Unfortunate"
where you and your broad can win 8 days and 9 dangerous nights at…
"The Come On In Motel" overviewing the Watts Tower. Ooooooooooooh!

And for your transportation pleasures, you get to ride on what?
The "R.T.D.": the "Rough, Tough and Dangerous"
where we provide you and your bitch round trip transfer
STRAIGHT DOWN GAGE!! [5 shots] (AYO, NIGGA! GET OUTTA THE CAR, NIGGA!)
where you get to meet who? O.G. Mac Bone! (who the fuck are?)
Hello, O.G. Mac Bone! Say: "Hi!" (NIGGA, FUCK YOU MUTHAFUCKA! (GET OUTTA HERE) SUCK ON THESE NUTS, PUNK!) [7 shots]

And for your gambling cravings, you can lose that trick-bitch that's with ya…almost well, basically...ANYWHERE!
(I give you $20 for your biiiiitch! Hahahahah!)

And for your nightlife entertainment, you get to visit our very own "Strawberry Showgirls"! Located where? On Figueroa!
'Ey, 'ey, bitch! 'Ey, how much for head?
Hahahahahah! Oww...ah-ah...
Oh! Until next time, 40 oz. dreams and watermelon wishes!
I'm Robin Lench!
Peace! 5000 G!

 

[fox69]

"Roll All Day"

"Roll All Day"


[Ice Cube]
I got a full tank of unleaded [repeat x4]

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- [repeat]

[verse one]
I see you walkin' and i'm damn near stalkin'
You a chicken head and i'm chicken hawkin', now we talkin'
'Bout your unlucky backround
And how your ex-boyfriend is smokin' crack now (why)
I'm very very simpethetic
But baby where you headed?
---I got a full tank of unleaded---
She got in and had ass for days like
---BOOM, BAM, GOD, DAMN!---
She aks me would i harm her
No, i'm a charmer
A fuckin' night in shining armour
We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past
Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass
("what choo wanna do after this?")
I wanna get your tities in my fist
But you wanna kiss
Your mouth might taste like dick (ewww)
And i grew up on bearin' wit, trick

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- [repeat]

[verse two]
Niggas that i know don't kiss no hoes
Niggas that i know don't buy no clothes
Niggas that i know don't fuck no pros
Niggas that i know roll foots (?) in fours (yeah)
Pull them panties off your hips
Pussy deep as crips
And 'bout as wide as my grip
Never ever get me with that wipper feel
They got a pants full of black steel
Am i too real?
You like dick i know you do
Wanna bring out the hoe in you
I know what you're goin' thru
You already think you're cree-al
You should learn to suck this like Vanessa Del Rio
Aww, you thought i was a nice guy
But shit, i was around eight, with bitches gettin' laid
If i wrap my dick in plastic
Now, how wide can that ass get?
It's gettin' drastic

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- [repeat]

[verse three]
Should of picked up an old girl that i know
That's what i get for fucking with you young hoes
About to get an attitude, what's hapenin'?
Baby how you actin'?
Let's get it crackin' (c'mon)
No?
well then bitch you got to go
I put her ass out, on imperial
Hoe slamed my door, next to texico
Kick my lexo, broke my window
Put out my indo
Jumped out and said "bitch are you crazy?"
Fucked around and got lazy
She jumped in my car, took off, now i'm stuck
And all i want to do was fuck
(damn....)

I had to stroll all day, I had to walk all night
---i had a full tank of unleaded--- [repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Rollin' Wit The Lench Mob"

"Rollin' Wit The Lench Mob"


You can't fuck with the criminal rapping over gangsta shit
First I load the clip and then I make the hit
I know some y'all can't fade this
Lench Mob niggas are the craziest
So you and your boys are ass-out
When I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house
The Mob ain't nothing but a menace
When we get the motherfucking dog in us
Playing them old beats
I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies
Ready to peel your cap
You can't believe "Faces of Death" on wax
Some say the Mob ain't positive
Man fuck that shit cause I gots to live
How I live and you could either give a fuck punk
Yo or get your ass bucked
Some rappers are heaven-sent
But Self-Destruction don't pay the fucking rent
So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job
I'd rather roll it wit the Lench Mob

To be down with the Mob is simple
Mind your own you want a spot find your own
And take mine if you're badder than the strong man
I do the right thing I do the wrong thing
Do anything cause I ain't faking the scene
It's all about how much bacon you bring
And if you see something from the gat I will stuff it
Yo you ain't seen nothing
Cause if you testify you're living blind
Cause in the city you live and let die
Rolling with the fools One Time can't beat
On my knees in the street interlock my hands and feet
He said "I know you" I said "you might
My name is Ice Cube I did a song you didn't like"
So he soaked me up like Bounty
Had to do a week in the county
A piece of cake it was just like a party
Cause in the county you know everybody
No I didn't kill or steal or rob
Locked up for what cause I'm rollin wit the Lench Mob

If you know a female that's rollin with the Lench Mob
Watch your step cause the gat is kept
In the purse like my homegirl Yo-Yo
You gotta be down and you can't be a hoe no
Cause if you are I'll be the first one to bust you out
After my crew I'll be the first one to rush you out
Get the picture or bitch
You'll get the eighty-six
If she wanna try and mix
Business and pleasure make up your own mind
You gotta be a hoe on your own time
Don't sleep cause even on a solo creep
Yo the Mob is still deep
And we'll play ya just like a nit-wit
You thought you got with the crew you can't get with
So get the noose ready for the lynching
Now 235 is what I'm benching
But nowadays it's still not enough
I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush
Give me the gat, step back, and watch me do the job
Rolling with the motherfucking Lench Mob