Nigga of the Century

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Ice Cube

O'Shea Jackson (born June 15, 1969), better known by his stage name Ice Cube, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, screenwriter, film producer, and director. He began his career as a member of the hip hop group C.I.A. and later joined the rap group N.W.A (Niggas With Attitudes). After leaving N.W.A in December 1989, he built a successful solo career in music, and also as a writer, director, actor and producer in cinema. Additionally, he has served as one of the producers of the Showtime television series Barbershop and the TBS series Are We There Yet?, both of which are based upon films in which he portrayed the lead character. more »

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2000

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Say you little son of a bitch what choo tryin' to be

When I'm big I want to be a thug 
You want to be a thug huh (Yeah yeah)
What choo know (About) a thug huh (Yeah yeah)
You want to see the bad guy
Look at Ice Cube (Yeah yeah) that's the bad guy
You need people like him can point cha fingas
Huh? (Yeah yeah) the f*ck you know about this shit
You ready to die, OK a-why
Where is that, you ready
'Cause they ain't touch the bad guy, OK

I'm the nigga of the century 
Oh, so choo a bad guy, c'mon prove it 
C'mon, you think you bad
How bad you are 

I'm the nigga of the century 
C'mon lets see how bad you are 
C'mon bad guy, see'moawnl

We the worsest, all purpose 
You want murderers 
Well you serve us, hattin' motherfuckers with curb dust 
You heard us, don't shit make us nervous 
Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us 
Mention me, when you write it in your history 
As a n*gger with the key to the mystery 
Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me 
Who gives a f*ck what they think, and what they see 
Live how I got to live 
Give what I got to give 
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative 
Hope to raise better kids 
The world needs a sedative, pray to god that we let him live 

[Chorus:]
'Cause you bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who, it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century 
Ok a-why, all you niggas better mention me 
Me that's who, it ain't no mystery 
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me 

A nigga told me to keep hope alive 
Survive, and 95 I'll get you paradise 
So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride 
But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to cook fries 
Twelfth grade graduation, summer vacation 
Mama said get the facin' on them applications 
Didn't know back then, I was too young 
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker 
What should I do in my life 
Reverend price, do you got some advice 
Before I roll the dice 
A nigga don't want to shoot craps, 'cause it ain't all fun and games 
When you tryin' to get that money mang 
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane 
T.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brain 
What the f*ck you talkin' bout, choose or loose 
Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin' rules (For real) 

[Chorus]

Who am I when it's do or die 
You can see a man's soul through the human eye 
Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high 
'Cause you and I got to do, for you and I 
Actin' wild as a juvenile 
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial 
Wait-pow; these people ain't playin' now 
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now 
F*ck that, rather roll with the ruff pack 
In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap 
See it's quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don't know 
What I've been through, the weather's presidential 
The warfare's mental, I sell my soul to the lord 
For the perfect instrumental 
And the number two pencil 
And all the hustle found in chromosomes of my kinfolk 

[Chorus] 

Yeah, OK, OK, ok, OK, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it
Choo leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit you
Dess no problem withs that, gawn'na f*ck dat
June have a fuckin' heart attack 
It's over, everybody knows now
It's no fuckin' secret
Choo know dis motherfucker, OK a-why
It's over, that's it, die
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

I got that bomb, bomb, tit-tit... 
Tity-tit, tity-tity, tity, bomb, bomb, bomb...
When I hit you, uhh, uhh, uhh...

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