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[Featuring Kam]
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Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene
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With the brown & black on the same team
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The rap game seem so fucked up
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If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up
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These niggas sucked up our hood game
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Got fame & fucked up our good name
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It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife
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& you ain't never gang banged in ya life!
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Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house
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So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?
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Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,
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(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's
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But that's cool though you did a ?
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But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?
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& soon you'll know what we bothered about
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When you hear my niggas hollerin' out
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2x CHORUS:
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Where all the Eastside niggas at?
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Whoop Whoop!
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Where all the Westside niggas at?
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Whoop Whoop!
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Where all the Northside niggas at?
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Whoop Whoop!
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Where all the Southside niggas at?
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Whoop Whoop Whoop!
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It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know
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I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show
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then you a busta too what must I do?
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How many real rap niggas is it? (Just A few)
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I put my trust in you like the OJ jury
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But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!
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Sure we used to be cool & all that junk
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Little fat pot belly big titty duck ?? punk
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With junk in yo trunk like Pam
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On Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam
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Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin
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Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going
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You takin all my shots
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Like the "W" you took from me nigga stand for Watts
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Tryin to say it stand for yo group
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But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.
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2x CHORUS
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You can't see these G's in no kinda way
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So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?
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Was you the only one dissin' or they were too
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Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!
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Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work
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You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp
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This Eastside nigga make me bow down
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Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown
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Not ot mention the Brotherhood
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That's F.O.Y. Killas to make it understood
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I shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago
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Don't need security guards wherever I go
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And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt
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Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out
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That's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop
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Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!
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2x CHORUS:
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How could I dis thee let me count the ways
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See I can talk about yo ass for days
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Iknow shit about you you don't even know
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And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro
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That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit
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But look at the thanks I get!
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A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me
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Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly
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Cause you told em you was with us the FOY
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And the niggas that was with me when I left know why
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I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away
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Fuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay
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I gave all I could give
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But niggas know we all work and know we all live
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And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made
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Y'all cursed til the price is paid.
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2x CHORUS:
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Solo: What's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?
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Cube: Naw I ain't got beef with you nigga!
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Solo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?
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Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!
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Solo: You got beef with me then nigga
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Cube: And!
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Whoop! Whoop!
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DJ Pooh |