N**** Of The Century chords by Ice Cube

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Verse 1

Say you little son of a bitch

what choo tryin' to be

When I'm big

Verse 2
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I  want
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to be a  thug
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You want to be a thug huh
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(Yeah yeah)
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What choo know (About) a thug
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huh (Yeah yeah)
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You want to see the bad guy
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Look at  Ice Cube
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(Yeah yeah) that's the bad guy
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You need people like him can point cha
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fingas
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Huh? (Yeah yeah) the fuck you
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know about this shit
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You ready to die, OK a- why
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Where is  that, you ready
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'Cause they ain't touch the bad guy,
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OK
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I'm the nigga of the century

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Verse 3

Oh, so choo 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'

Verse 4

mon lets see how bad you are

C'mon bad guy, see'moawnl

Verse 5
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We the worsest, all purpose
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You want murderers
Well you serve us,
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hattin'motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us,
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don't shit make us nervous
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Not even when these fuckin'
feds try to serve us
Mention me,
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when you write it in your history
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As  a nigger with the key
to the mystery
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Grand motta ain word don't
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mean shit to me
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Who gives a fuck what they think,
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and what they see
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Live how I got to live
Give what I got to give
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Teach my kids positive,
as well as the negative
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Hope to raise better kids
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The world needs a sedative,
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pray to god that we let him live

Verse 6
[Chorus:] 'Cause you bad guy,
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I'm the nigga of the century
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The diamond scruff,
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all you niggas better mention me
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Me  that's who, it ain't no mystery
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Goin' down in history,
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niggas better mention me

Verse 7
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You better mention me,
I'm the nigga of the century
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Ok a- why,
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all you niggas better mention me
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Me  that's who,
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it ain't no  mystery
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Goin' down in history,
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niggas better mention me
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A nigga  told me to

Verse 8
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keep hope alive
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Survive, and 95 I'll get you paradise
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So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
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But look into  my eyes,
I'm too wise to cook fries
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Twelfth grade graduation,
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summer vacation
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Mama said get the facin' on
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them applications
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Didn't know back then,
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I was too young
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Public school made me
dumb as a motherfucker
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What should I do in my life
Reverend price,
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do  you got some advice
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Before I roll the dice
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A nigga don't want to shoot craps,
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'cause it ain't all fun and games
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When you tryin' to get
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that money mang
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Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a nigga where
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he can't use his brain
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What the fuck you talkin' bout,
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choose or loose
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Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin'
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rules (For real)
[Chorus]

Verse 9
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Who am I when it's do or die
You can see a man's soul through
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the human eye
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Can't spend all your lifetime
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gettin' high
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'Cause you and I got to do,
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for you and I
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Actin' wild as a juvenile
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Now my whole life depends
on the outcome of a trial
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Wait- pow; these people
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ain't playin' now
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Got to bring 85 percent of the time now
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Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
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In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap
See it's quite simple,
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you bitches ass niggas don't know
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What I've been through,
the weather's presidential
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The warfare's mental,
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I sell my soul to the lord
For the perfect instrumental
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And the number two pencil
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And all the hustle found in chromosomes

Interlude 1
of my kinfolk
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[Chorus] Yeah, OK,

Verse 10
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OK, ok,
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OK,
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call loko take it easy mang, choo got it
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Choo leave it the fuckin'
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illest nigga to fuckin' shit you
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Dess no  problem withs that,
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gawn'na fuck dat
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June have a fuckin' heart attack
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It's over,   everybody knows now
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It's no fuckin' secret
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Choo know dis motherfucker,
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OK a- why
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It's over, that's it,
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die
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang