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Ice Cube Death Certificate

Down at the best spot It's me and JD and they sellin' more birds than a pet shop The spot's hot and everybody nervous That's when the blue car served

O'Shea, O'Shea Get your ass in here, boy You hear me calling you? O'Shea When I was young, I used to hang with the seventh graders Little bad motherfucker

The army is the only way out for a young black teenager. We'll provide you with housing, we'll provide you with education We'll provide you with everything

Say, look at this, I've been cleaning out my nest And I found an old book of my poetry Fresh out of school 'cause I was a high school grad Gots to get

Your daughter was a nice girl now she's a slut A queen treatin' niggas just like King Tut Gobbin' up nuts sorta like a hummingbird Suckin' up the Lench

But in reality, you're shorter than a midge You only got yourself to blame Get a grip, Oreo and be true to the game And Ice Cube practices what he preaches

Intro: You are the prince of darkness Arch enemy, father of evil Hell born, demonic, savage, fierce, viscious, wild Tameless, barbaric, uncontrollabe

[JD] What god damn King Rodney King, Martin Luther King and all the other god damn King's from Africa [JD] Look out motherfucker [gun shots] [Ice Cube

is my thing-thing burnin like this?" [Nurse] You BURNING? "Stepped out my house, stopped short, oh no.." [Slick Rick] "What have I, done stuck my duck in?" [Ice Cube