Paroles: Ice Cube. Wrong Nigga to Fuck Wit.

Goddamn, it's a brand new payback
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
How many motherfuckers gotta pay?
Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK

Caps gotta get pealed
'Cause 'The Nigga Ya Love To Hate' still can 'Kill at Will'
It ain't no pop 'cause that sucks
And you can New Jack swing on my nuts

Down wit the niggaz that I bail out
I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out
Fuck you Ice Cube, that's what the people say
Fuck Amerikkka, still wit the triple K

'Cause you know when my nine goes pop
It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
Now, let's see who'll drop
Punk motherfuckers tryin' to ban Hip-Hop

Fuck R&B and the runnin' man
I'm the one that stand with the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck with Duck Quick
Punk, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit

I'ma let y'all know one thing man

Hell yeah, it's on, you better tell 'em
Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherfuckin' L.M.
It's the number one crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya

Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roll when I put in work
'Cause Lench Mob niggaz are the craziest
And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit

South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell
Hittin' fools up with the big ass L
One time can't hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs

Stop givin' juice to the Raiders
'Cause Al Davis, never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It's all about the L E N C H, y'all know the rest

Motherfuckin' crew, motherfuckin' mob
Do a motherfuckin' job in a motherfuckin' squad
In '91, Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger
And I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit

One and two, ah three e and ah four and
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Drop a old school beat

Like I said, it's a brand new payback
Now in '91, let's see who beats the jack
Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller
Keep the wack beats out, true, motherfuckin' baller

And hoes can't roll on even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta 'Hold On'
Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic
I gotta have it to peel his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue, goin' up against the Zulu

Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass 'til I'm smellin' shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
And watch the Devil start kickin'

Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin'
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula, now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker
Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick
Pig, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Last person in the world you wanna fuck with
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with