Ice Cube — How I Act Remix

[Intro] [Hook: Ice Cube] x2 Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po' Them nigga know how I act in a low-low Slow mo', nigga check out my promo You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo [Verse 1: Ice Cube] I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha ho nigga I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done The bigger they come, the harder they fall I burn like the sun, continue to ball He's got nuts and plus the Don touch And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck That niggas, really love him and tear the city up Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po' Them nigga know how I act in the low-low [Hook] x2 [Verse 2: 2Pac] Who me? A nigga livin' life like a G In that artillery keepin' niggas off of me I can't sleep living in these wicked times Peep, niggas after me cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat You can holler if you want to please I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be Enemies and my range is on You're in the danger zone My fuckin' game is strong, hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine From hustling and busting them rhymes To my niggas up in Quentin Down on Rikers Isle stay rile But a nigga gotta use his styles These niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style These niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates Fuck Him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talkin' bout some "praise the Lord" shit Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her I'd probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean With the fifth by the Gabardine What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin' Niggas keep stressin', the same motherfuckin' question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake [Hook] x4