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Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene

With the brown & black on the same team

The rap game seem so fucked up

If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up

These niggas sucked up our hood game

Got fame & fucked up our good name

It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife

And you ain't never gang banged in ya life!

Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house

So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?

Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,

(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's

But that's cool though you did a ?

But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?

& soon you'll know what we bothered about

When you hear my niggas hollerin' out


2x CHORUS:

Where all the Eastside niggas at?

Whoop Whoop!

Where all the Westside niggas at?

Whoop Whoop!

Where all the Northside niggas at?

Whoop Whoop!

Where all the Southside niggas at?

Whoop Whoop Whoop!


It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know

I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show

Then you a busta too what must I do?

How many real rap niggas is it? (Just A few)

I put my trust in you like the OJ jury

But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!

Sure we used to be cool & all that junk

Little fat pot belly big titty duck ?? punk

With junk in yo trunk like Pam

On Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam

Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin

Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going

You takin all my shots

Like the "W" you took from me, nigga; stands for Watts

Tryin to say it stand for yo group

But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop


2x CHORUS


You can't see these G's in no kinda way

So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?

Was you the only one dissin' or they were too

Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!

Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work

You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp

This Eastside nigga make me bow down

Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown

Not ot mention the Brotherhood

That's F.O.I. Killas to make it understood

I shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago

Don't need security guards wherever I go

And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt

Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out

That's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop

Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!


2x CHORUS:


How could I dis thee let me count the ways

See I can talk about yo ass for days

Iknow shit about you you don't even know

And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro

That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit

But look at the thanks I get!

A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me

Niggas gave you a pass reluctantly

Cause you told em you was with us the FOI

And the niggas that was with me when I left know why

I said, "Fuck Street Knowledge!" and sat far away

"Fuck Ice Cube and Pat Charbonnet!"

I gave all I could give

But niggas know we all work and know we all live

And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made

Y'all cursed til the price is paid


2x CHORUS:


Solo: What's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?

Cube: Naw I ain't got beef with you nigga!

Solo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?

Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!

Solo: You got beef with me then nigga

Cube: And! 

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