(Yeah, for your nation...
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for your nation...)
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Verse One:
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A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube
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Step to the Com wit a feud
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Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast
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You ain't made shit dope since AmeriKKKa's Most
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Wanted to cease from the Midwest to the East
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On the dick of the East for your 1st release
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Your lease is up at the crib, house niggaz get evicted
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And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked
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Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God
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Read, rich, got the nerve to say you rob
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Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate
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Slanging bean pies and St. Ide's in the same sentence
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Shoulda repented, on the 16th of October
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Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over
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Rap career is over, better off acting
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What trouble I see, you're managing WC and Wack 10
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You backed in to a Four Corner Hustla
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Lying on your dick, said you was fuckin' her
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Use Higher Learning, don't take my words out of text
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Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX
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It'll take the Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back
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From giving you mouth shots or hit wit the pipe Ralph got
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Chris Tucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good
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I was insulted, she was wit the Boyz N the Hood
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Chorus:
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I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind
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The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin
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I see the bitch in you, to be hard you tryin'
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The bitch in you but yo it's coming out
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Verse Two:
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The ump on this rap shit, Cube, I'm calling out
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I break in and smack niggaz that's in the Slaughterhouse
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This ain't no East coast, West coast, none of the above
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I'm from Chi, I went to Cali, niggaz gave me love
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There's a thin line between the fake and the real
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Grafted ass nigga, I see through your Glass Shield
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Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo
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I'm a have ta wreck a Ho'shea
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I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper
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(So what) so I had to slap her, ugn
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And violate you, a Muslim drinking brew
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Your nigga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22
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I seen you, you ain't say shit in ATL
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Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell
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It out, like you sold Kam and Threat
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A year ago, you wasn't talking shit about the West
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Guess you knew you're shit was done plus the one got you cable
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Hoo Bangin, you ain't banging shit but the table
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in the Circle Mad, ain't got no choice but to fight
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Ain't none of y'all muthafuckas got a chance on the mic
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Anytime you come out, jo, I'm a talk about you
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Until you let that bitch in you, walk up out you
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Any last words before I hit the switch
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From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a ...
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Chorus
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The Bitch In Yoo
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