N**** Of The Century
Say you little son of a bitch, whatchu tryin' to be?
(When I'm big, I wanna be a thug)
(You wanna be a thug, huh?
Whatchu do with a thug? Huh?
You wanna see a bad guy?
Look at Ice Cube, dat's the bad guy!
You need people like him, to point cha fingers. Huh?
The fuck you know about this shit?
You ready to die? Okay! What is dat?
You ready? 'Cause here comes the bad guy. Go head)
I'm the nigga of the century
(Oh yes, you 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)
We the worsest, all purpose, you want murders?
We service, hatin' mother fuckers 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 the nigga wit' the key to the mystery
Grandma, the N-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 'em live
('Cause you 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 (ok)
All you niggas better mention me
(Me that's who)
It ain't no mystery, goin' down in history, nigga of the century
A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive, a 9 to 5 will get you paradise
So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to flip fries
Twelfth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said get the face in all them applications
Didn't know back then, I was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker
What should I do wit' my life Reverend Price?
Do you got some advice, before I roll the dice?
A nigga don't want to shoot craps
'Cause it ain't all fun and games
When you tryin' to get that money mane
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brain
What the fuck you talkin' bout, choose or loose?
Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin' rules, for real
('Cause you 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 (ok)
All you niggas better mention me
(Me that's who)
It ain't no mystery, goin' down in history, nigga of the century
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
'Cause 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 pal, 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 rough rap
It's quite simple
You bitch ass niggas don't know what I've been through
To wear this presidential
The warfare's mental
I sell my soul to the Lord for the perfect instrumental
And a number two pencil
And all the hustle found in the chromosomes of my kinfolk
('Cause you 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 (ok)
All you niggas better mention me
(Me that's who)
It ain't no mystery, goin' down in history, nigga of the century
(OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, coho loko take it easy mane, choo got it
Choo leave mother fuckin' illest nigga of the fuckin' century
There's no problem with that, calm the fuck down
Choo gonna have a fuckin' heart attack
It's over, everybody knows now
It's no fuckin' secret
Choo know dis motherfucker, OK
It's over, that's it, die
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
I got that bomb, bomb, tit, tit, tit, titty, tit, titty, tit, titty, bomb, bomb
When I hit you, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
(When I'm big, I wanna be a thug)
(You wanna be a thug, huh?
Whatchu do with a thug? Huh?
You wanna see a bad guy?
Look at Ice Cube, dat's the bad guy!
You need people like him, to point cha fingers. Huh?
The fuck you know about this shit?
You ready to die? Okay! What is dat?
You ready? 'Cause here comes the bad guy. Go head)
I'm the nigga of the century
(Oh yes, you 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)
We the worsest, all purpose, you want murders?
We service, hatin' mother fuckers 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 the nigga wit' the key to the mystery
Grandma, the N-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 'em live
('Cause you 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 (ok)
All you niggas better mention me
(Me that's who)
It ain't no mystery, goin' down in history, nigga of the century
A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive, a 9 to 5 will get you paradise
So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to flip fries
Twelfth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said get the face in all them applications
Didn't know back then, I was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker
What should I do wit' my life Reverend Price?
Do you got some advice, before I roll the dice?
A nigga don't want to shoot craps
'Cause it ain't all fun and games
When you tryin' to get that money mane
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brain
What the fuck you talkin' bout, choose or loose?
Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin' rules, for real
('Cause you 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 (ok)
All you niggas better mention me
(Me that's who)
It ain't no mystery, goin' down in history, nigga of the century
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
'Cause 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 pal, 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 rough rap
It's quite simple
You bitch ass niggas don't know what I've been through
To wear this presidential
The warfare's mental
I sell my soul to the Lord for the perfect instrumental
And a number two pencil
And all the hustle found in the chromosomes of my kinfolk
('Cause you 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 (ok)
All you niggas better mention me
(Me that's who)
It ain't no mystery, goin' down in history, nigga of the century
(OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, coho loko take it easy mane, choo got it
Choo leave mother fuckin' illest nigga of the fuckin' century
There's no problem with that, calm the fuck down
Choo gonna have a fuckin' heart attack
It's over, everybody knows now
It's no fuckin' secret
Choo know dis motherfucker, OK
It's over, that's it, die
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
I got that bomb, bomb, tit, tit, tit, titty, tit, titty, tit, titty, bomb, bomb
When I hit you, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
Credits
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Charly Charles
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