We Had to Tear This Muthaf*cka Up lyrics

by

Ice Cube


[Intro: Ice Cube & Sample]
"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 at this command post.")
[Cube] Make it rough!
("We have sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles.")

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the n*ggas 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 n*gga like a unicorn
Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul
Cut his f*ckin throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
Somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Ohh it's 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 Koon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him with a broom-
-stick, prick, devils ain't sh*t
Introduce his ass to the AK-40 di*k
Two days n*ggas layed in the cut
To get some respect, we had to tear this muthaf*cka up!
[Hook: Ice Cube & Sample]
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
Make it rough!
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
I got a Mac-10 for Officer Wind
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
In a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain't nothing but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiian, lying
n*ggas ain't buying, ya story, bore me
Tearing up sh*t with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a laptop computer
I told you it would happen, and you heard it, read it
But all you can call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it? Nope, said it? Yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
n*ggas had to break you off something, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me, 'cause you know what?
We woulda to' this muthaf*cka up!

[Hook: Ice Cube & Sample]
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
Make it rough!
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
Ayy Muggs, make it rough!
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
It's on, "Gone With the Wind"
And I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm stealing blunts and a cake from Betty Crocker
Orville Reddenbacher
Don't f*ck with the black-owned stores
But hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, motherf*ck Fire Marshall Bill
Oh, what the hell? Throw the c*cktail, I smell smoke
Got the f*ck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My n*gga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, Western 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 Baretta would say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
"Don't do the crime if you can't do the time"
But I'm rolling, so that's a f*cked-up slogan
The Hogan's, Heroes, spotted the guerilla by the Sizzler
Hitting up police killer
The super-duper n*gga that'll buck
We had to tear this muthaf*cka up, so what the f*ck?!

[Hook: Ice Cube & Sample]
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
Huh, make it rough!
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
Yo Muggs, make it rough
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
Huh, make it rough
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
Enough!
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
"Wrong n*gga to f*ck with!"
[Outro: Sample]
"Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy
Wind and Theodore Briseno: the four officers accused of beating
Motorist Rodney King."
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