The b*tch In Yoo lyrics

[Sonny Carson Sample]
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 n*gga whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me, you understand?

[Intro]
(x8) For yo' nation, yeah
One two, yeah!
Comin' through, yeah!
Fa' sho'
Ha! Com Sense, yeah!
Southside, yeah!
n*ggas be outside, yeah!
Now bust it out, Chi-Town

[Verse 1]
A b*tch n*gga with a attitude named Cube
Stepped to the Com' with a feud
Now, what the f*ck I look like dissin' a whole coast?
You ain't made sh*t dope since AmeriKKKa's Most
Wanted deceased from the Midwest to the East
On the di*k of the East for your first release
Your lease is up at the crib, house n*ggas get evicted
In videos with white boys, talkin' you get Wicked
Natural Born Killa? n*gga, 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 di*k, said you was f*ckin' her
Use higher learning, don't take my words outta 'text
Went from gangsta to Islam to the di*k 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 b*tch in you when you don't speak your mind
The b*tch in you, lookin' me in my eyes lyin'
I see the b*tch in you, to be hard, you tryin'
The b*tch in you, it's comin' out (b*tch!)

[Verse 2]
The ump of this rap sh*t — Cube I'm callin' out
I break in and smack n*ggas 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?) n*ggas gave me love
There's a thin line between the fake and the real
Grafted-ass n*gga, 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 n*gga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22
I seen you (Mack 10), you ain't say sh*t 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' sh*t about the West
Guess you knew yo' sh*t was done plus the one got you cable
Hoo-bangin'? You ain't bangin' sh*t but the table
And the Circle MAAD, ain't got no choice but to fight
Ain't none of y'all motherf*ckers got a chance on the mic
Any time you come out, Joe, I'ma talk about you
Until you let that b*tch in you walk up out you
Any last words before I hit the switch?
From the immortal words of one: "A b*tch iz a..."
[Chorus]
I see the b*tch in you when you don't speak your mind
The b*tch in you, lookin' me in my eyes lyin'
I see the b*tch in you, to be hard you tryin'
The b*tch in you, for sho', it's comin' out (b*tch!)

[Outro]
That's how the Eastside gets down, word up!