Ice Cube - The Predator : We Had To Tear Tis Mutha Fucka Up
 

Ice Cube



The Predator



We Had To Tear Tis Mutha Fucka Up





Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of



our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the



interests 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 of



fires. 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)







Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me



When the news get to the hood then niggas will be



hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust



Kickin up dust is a must



I can't trust a cracker in a blue uniform



Stick a nigga like a unicorn



Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul



Cut his fuckin throat and I smile



Go to Simi Valley and surely



somebody knows the address of the jury



Pay a little visit, 'Who is it?' (Who is Ice Cube?)



'Can I talk to the grand wizard?' then boom



Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral



Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero



Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon



Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom



Stick prick, devils ain't shit



Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick



Two dazed niggas layin in the cut



To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up







Make it rough







I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd



Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas



in a casket, crew cut faggot



Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots



Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin



Niggas ain't buyin



ya story bore me



Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters



Now I got a lap-top computer



I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it



but all you could call me was anti-Semitic



Regret it-nope, said it-yep



Listen to my big black boots as I step



Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push



But your National Guard ain't hard



You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what?



We woulda teared this muthafucka up







Huh, make it rough!



Huh Muggs, make it rough!







It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men can't dunk



Now I'm stealin blunts



And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker



Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers



Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill



Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail



I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out



My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out



In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas



Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the heaters



Meet us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots



Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot



Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say



Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow



Don't do the crime if you can't do the time



But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up slogan



The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler



Hittin up police killer



The super duper nigga that'll buck



We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!







Huh, make it rough!



Yo Muggs, make it rough



Huh, make it rough



Enough







(Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and



Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney



King)