Amerikkka's Most Wanted
Album: Death Certificate/AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Release Date: 9/19/06
Label: EMI
Explicit version of "Amerikkka's Most Wanted" lyrics
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob
A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
'Cos everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin' I'm scarin'
I'm darin' ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
'Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
'Cos you'll get them thangs put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna squab
I'm still rollin' wit The Lench Mob
AmeriKKKa's most wanted
Back in the day I did my share of dirt
Sometimes I got away clean
But if you know me
To bust a cap 'cos it's all about survival of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the s*** I took from people
I reap all your fat s***
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
'Cos I'm slick and slippery
They can't get wit me
I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs
And sweat 'em like sweathogs
And get mad
AmeriKKKa's most wanted
Aiyo
'Ice Cube is wanted dead'
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
Hear shots and si-reens
When I feen first they yo' rings
So give it up punk and then I just
Put another jack in progress
'Cos I'm the G A N G S T A
Ice Cube
And tried to catch the early bird but they slept
And if I'm caught in a trap
With a payoff
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite cos I'm a rip tonight
'Cos I'm scarin' ya
Aiyo Cube man
Word
It's time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let 'em see a nigga invasion
Point blank for the caucasian
C*** the hammer then crack that ol' smile
Take me to your house
Got to the house
Crack the safe
Three weeks later
Had a little fly ass b**** wit me
Sittin' in a dig
Whattup G? Saw my face on TV
Damn
Struck out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the door when
The ol' b**** down the street must've turned me in
'Cos the feds was out there ten deep
I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat
I think back when I was robbin' my own kind
The police didn't pay it no mind
But when I start robbin' the white folks
Now I'm in the pen wit the soap on a rope
I said it before and I'll still taunt it
Every young brother where the colour is most wanted
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