N**** Of The Century Lyrics - Ice Cube

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

When I'm big I wanna be a thug 

You wanna be a thug, huh? 

What you know about a thug, huh? 

You wanna see the bad guy? Look at Ice Cube, that's the bad guy 

You need people like him, can point your fingers 

Huh? The fuck you know about this shit? 

You ready to die? Okay 

Where is that, you ready? 

'Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy, okay? 

I'm the nigga of the century 

Oh, so zhuu 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 let's see how bad you are 

C'mon bad guy, c'mon 

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We the worsest, all purpose, you want murderers? 

We service, hatin' 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 nigga with the key to the mystery 

Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me 

Who gives a fuck 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 

'Cuz you're 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 

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You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century 

Okay, 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 wanna shoot craps, 'cuz it ain't all fun and games 

When you tryin' to get that money Mang 

Gang bang, maintain a slang cane 

TV got a nigga where he can't use his brain 

What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, choose or lose 

Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin' rules for real 

'Cuz you're 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 

Okay, all you niggas better mention me 

Me that's who it ain't no mystery 

Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me 

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 

'Cuz 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 

Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack 

In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap 

It's quite simple, you bitche 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 

'Cuz you're 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 

Okay, all you niggas better mention me 

Me that's who it ain't no mystery 

Goin' down in history, nigga of the century 

Call Loko, take it easy Mang, you got it 

You leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit 

That's no problem with that, gonna fuck that 

Gonna have a fuckin' heart attack 

It's over, everybody knows now 

It's no fuckin' secret 

You know this motherfucker, okay 

It's over, that's it, die bang, bang, bang 

I got that bomb, bomb 

Ti-ti-tity, bomb, bomb, bomb 

When I hit you, uhh