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Ice Cube
Ice Cube


Background information
Birth name O'Shea Jackson
Born June 15, 1969
Origin Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Gangsta Rap
Hip-hop
Years active 1984—present
Label(s) EMI Group
Priority Records
Lench Mob Records
Associated acts Westside Connection
Da Lench Mob
Anotha Level
Kausion
Yo-Yo
Del tha Funkee Homosapien
WC
Website Website



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Ice Cube Lyrics

"Fuck Dying" lyrics


Fuck Dying

Ft. Korn

[Korn appears instrumentally only, not lyrically]

[+AD+]
Ice Cube
Ice Cube!
[Cube]
That's Don Mega to you you lil' cocksucker
[+AD+]
I am the Angel of Death
And your name is on my list
[Cube]
Sheeyit!
[+AD+]
Come with me..
[Cube]
I ain't goin nowhere wit yo' ass
And if you put your hands on me, we gettin down right here

Don Mega! [echoes]
[repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

[Verse One: Ice Cube]

Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse
Ride on the outside, with inner force
Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway
We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday
Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listen
And when we on the mission, call your mortician
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
First we flank em then we spank em.. I outrank em!
You can call me Citizen Kane, for my reign
Ten years great, one of the ten great
Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia
2002, see Ice Cube
Fuck a five-star, I'm a live star
What you got to die for? Who you wanna ride for?
Fuck dying! (Fuck dying!)

Don Mega! [echoes]
[repeat line 2X]

[Verse Two: Ice Cube]

It's the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafide
Worldwide, your highness, the finest
Big as China, nigga rhymer, chart climber
Quick to send a first-timer back to his Aunt Jemimah
Physi-cal, nigga roll with the winners
After these dinners, go out and represent us
We got antennas, scanners and satellites
To see if you battle right, we got to bite
Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom
Some haters don't learn til you leave lead in em
See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em
Keep your mouth shut, motherfuckin mouth slut
See these crossed legs, quick to cross Feds
Foe to mighty one, it's the mighty son
Fuck dying! [echoes]

Yeah..

Don Mega! [echoes]
[repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

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