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2Pac – Last Wordz ft Ice Cube & Ice-T


Talented rapper, Tupac Shakur join efforts with Ice Cube and Ice-T to create this amazing masterpiece titled “Last Wordz”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 05 on his top charting album project called “Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z…” was officially released on 16 February 1993.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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DOWNLOAD Tupac Shakur Last Wordz MP3


Got any last words

Yeah I’ve got some last words

Ice Cube’s in the muthafuckin’ house

The nigga you love to hate


[Ice Cube:]

Here comes the nigga with the ruff, the terror

The paranoid, gots to get the boy

Get your steel cause I feel like a headbanger

Yeah I got a gang of shits, styles guns

My Uzi weighs a motherfucking ton

Bucking down one, bucking down two

Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you

Pigs wear blue, I wear black, nothing but black

Cause Goddamn it’s a brand new payback

Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga

On the trigger the zigga the zag the nickel the bag

The nigga the sag the forty four mag got you running like a fag

So, keep your muthafucking jokes

Cuz, I’m that nigga with a fresh pair of locs

No yokes but smokes

Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren’t jackers

Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for the cause


Ice-T in the motherfucking house

L.A. Playa



O- to the muthafuckin G, I break crazy

A lot of niggas hate me but they can’t fade me

Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me

But the punk motherfucking pigs can’t stop me

UHH am I a G, I got proof

Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof

With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope

2Pac’ll string a nigga up if the mob don’t

So whats up, punk?

You want what I got, step to me wrong fuck around and get shot

Your moms crying fuck her bust her

Bitch start screaming to me and I’ll dust her

Pops got the LP phat, track on hit

Laid by the mutha fuckin’ Bobcat

Ninety three suckas want me to go out

Throw the ho out, bitch muthafucker I’m rich


2Pac’s in the muthafucking house

Nigga I’m loc’d, 2Pac’s gonna get’cha motherfuckers

Got any last words



Now they’re after me, why?, cause a nigga’s Black

Spittin’ facts and ain’t afraid to pull a trigger back

Let em come step to a real muthafucker

(Boom Boom) Mama ain’t raised no suckers

Dan Quayle, don’t you know you need to get your ass kicked

Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets

Muthafucker Rednecks all the same

Fear a real nigga if he ain’t balled and chained

That’s why we burn shit and wreck

Cause the punk police ain’t learned shit yet

You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price

Can’t make a Black life, don’t take a Black life

It’s on, the next real nigga fall dead

Dread, jheri curl, process, or bald head

Be prepared for the smoke to bust

What niggas need to do is start loc’in up

United we stand divided we fall

They can shoot one nigga, but they can’t take us all

Let’s get along with the Mexicans

And we can all have peace on the sets again

Imagine that if it took place (ha ha ha)

Keeping the smile off they White face

I ain’t racist but lets trade places

Trace the hate ‘n face it

One nigga teach two niggas

Three teach four niggas

And them niggas teach more niggas

And when we blast

That’ll be the biggest blast you’ve heard

And them is my last wordz