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[Featuring Kam] 
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 
& 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 stand 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.Y. 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 
Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly 
Cause you told em you was with us the FOY 
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 pass Chardonnay 
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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