[Sample: Sonny Carson]
That's right! I gotta take him off of here!
'Cause there's only one, and that's me, you understand?
'Fore all of that fightin', you understand?
The sucker think he good, the sucker think he can whoop me
And I know he can't whoop me! Huh?
Hey, boy! The nigga whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me, you understand?
[Intro]
For yo' nation, yeah
For yo' nation, yeah
For yo' nation, yeah
For yo' nation, yeah
For yo' nation, yeah
For yo' nation, yeah
For yo' nation, yeah
For yo' nation, yeah
One two, yeah!
Comin' through, yeah!
Fa' sho'
Ha! Com Sense, yeah!
Southside, yeah!
Niggas be outside, yeah!
Now bust it out, Chi-Town
[Verse 1]
A bitch nigga with a attitude named Cube
Stepped to the Com' with a feud
Now, what the FUCK I look like dissin' a whole coast?
You ain't made shit dope since AmeriKKKa's Most
Wanted deceased from the Midwest to the East
On the dick of the East for your first release
Your lease is up at the crib, house niggas get evicted
In videos with white boys, talkin' you get Wicked
Natural Born Killa? Nigga, you natural born God
Read, rich! Got the nerve to say you rob
Hypocrite, I'm fillin' out your Death Certificate
Slangin' bean pies and St. Ide's in the same sentence
Shoulda repented on the 16th of October
Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over
Rap career is over, better off actin'
What trouble I see in managin' WC and Wack 10?
You backed into a 4-Corner Hustla
Lyin' on your dick, said you was fuckin' her
Use higher learning, don't take my words outta 'text
Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX
It'll take the nation of millions to hold me back
From givin' you mouth shots, or hit with the pipe that Ralph got
Chris Tucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good
I wasn't salty she was with the Boyz N the Hood
[Chorus]
I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind
The bitch in you, lookin' me in my eyes lyin'
I see the bitch in you, to be hard, you tryin'
The bitch in you, it's comin' out (BITCH!)
[Verse 2]
The ump of this rap shit — Cube I'm callin' out
I break in and smack niggas that's in the Slaughterhouse
This ain't no East Coast, West Coast, none of the above
I'm from Chi, I went to Cali (And what?), niggas gave me love
There's a thin line between the fake and the real
Grafted-ass nigga, I see through your "Glass Shield"
Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo
I'm a have to wreck a HO'Shea
I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper
(So what?) So I had to slap her, uh!
And violate you (You), a Muslim drinkin' brew (Brew)
Your nigga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22
I seen you (Mack 10), you ain't say shit in ATL
Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell
It out, like you sold Kam and Threat
A year ago, you wasn't talkin' shit about the West
Guess you knew yo' shit was done, plus the one got you cable
Hoo-bangin'? You ain't bangin' shit but the table
And the Circle MAAD (Uhhh)
Ain't got no choice but to fight (Come on)
Ain't none of y'all motherfuckers got a chance on the mic
Any time you come out, Joe, I'ma talk about you
Until you let that bitch in you walk up out you
Any last words before I hit the switch?
From the immortal words of one: "A bitch iz a..."
[Chorus]
I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind
The bitch in you, lookin' me in my eyes lyin'
I see the bitch in you, to be hard you tryin'
The bitch in you, for sho', it's comin' out (BITCH!)
[Outro]
That's how the Eastside gets down, word up!
