The Bitch In Yoo

One, two

Yeah

Comin' through

Yeah

For sure

Ah, Common sense

Yeah

Southside

Yeah

**** be outside

Yeah

Now bust it out, Chi-Town

A bitch **** with an 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 **** get evicted

In videos with white boys talkin', you get wicked

Natural born killa, ****, you natural born God

Read, rich, got the nerve to say you rob

Hypocrite, I'm fillin' out your death certificate

Slingin' bean pies and St. Ide's in the same sentence

Shoulda repented on the sixteenth 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 four corner hustler

Lyin' on your dick, said you was fuckin' her

Use higher learnin', don't take my words out of '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

Cris Tucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good

I wasn't salty, she was with the Boyz N the Hood

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)

The ump of this rap shit, Cube, I'm callin' out

I break in and smack **** 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?) **** gave me love

There's a thin line between the fake and the real

Grafted-ass ****, I see through your glass shield

Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo

I'ma 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, a Muslim drinkin' brew

Your **** ain't no MAC-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 your shit was done, plus the one got you cable

Hoo Bangin'? You ain't bangin' shit but the table

And the Circle MAAD, ain't got no choice but to fight

Ain't none of y'all muthafuckas got a chance on the mic

Anytime 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 is a"

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 sure, it's comin' out

That's how the Eastside gets down, word up