Ice Cube – We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

[Intro: (numerous men speaking)](Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best ofour ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against theinterests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty….)(We’ve been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there’s a series offires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty…)Make it rough(A lot of activity continues here in this….) Make it rough(We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)[Verse 1:]Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill meWhen the news get to the hood then niggas will behotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bustKickin up dust is a mustI can’t trust a cracker in a blue uniformStick a nigga like a unicornVaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foulCut his fuckin throat and I smileGo to Simi Valley and surelysomebody knows the address of the juryPay a little visit, “Who is it?” (Who is Ice Cube?)”Can I talk to the grand wizard?” then boomMake him eat the barrel, modern day feralNow he’s zipped up like leather tuscaderoPretty soon we’ll catch Sergeant CoonShoot him in the face, run up in him witta broomStick prick, devils ain’t shitIntroduce his ass to the AK40 dickTwo dazed niggas layin in the cutTo get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka upMake it rough[Verse 2:]I gotta Mac10 for Officer WyndDamn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansasin a casket, crew cut faggotNow he ain’t nothin but food for the maggotsLunch, punch, Hawaiin lyinNiggas ain’t buyinya story bore meTaerin up shit with fire, shooters, lootersNow I got a lap-top computerI told you all what happened and you heard it, read itbut all you could call me was anti-SemiticRegret it-nope, said it-yepListen to my big black boots as I stepNiggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a pushBut your National Guard ain’t hardYou had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what?We woulda teared this muthafucka upHuh, make it rough!Huh Muggs, make it rough![Verse 3:]It’s on, gone with the wind and I know white men can’t dunkNow I’m stealin bluntsAnd it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blackerDon’t fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot LockersSteal, muthafuck Fire Marshall BillOh what the hell, throw the cocktailI smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked outMy nigga had his truck out, didn’t get stuck outIn front of that store with the Nikes and AdidasOh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the heatersMeet us so we can get the 9’s and the what-notsGot the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshotReady for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn’t sayKeep your eye on the barrel, a sparrowDon’t do the crime if you can’t do the timeBut I’m rollin so that’s a fucked up sloganThe Hogan’s Heroes spotted the gorilla by the SizzlerHittin up police killerThe super duper nigga that’ll buckWe had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!Huh, make it rough!Yo Muggs, make it roughHuh, make it roughEnough[Outro: (newsreader)](Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd andTheodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist RodneyKing)

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