De La Soul - The b**h In Yoo lyrics

(Yeah, for your nation... for your nation...) Verse One: A b**h n***a wit an attitude named Cube Step to Com wit a feud Now what the f** I look like dissing a whole coast You ain't made sh** dope since AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted to cease from the Midwest to the East On the dick of the East for your 1st release Your lease is up at the crib, house n***az get evicted And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked Natural Born k**a, n***a you natural born God Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your d**h Certificate Slanging 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 acting What trouble I see, you're managing WC and Wack 10 You backed in to a four corner hustla Lying on your dick, said you was f**in her Use Higher Learning, 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 giving you mouth shots or hit wit the pipe Ralph got When s**er ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good I wasn't salty, she was wit the Boyz N the Hood Chorus: I see the b**h in you when you don't speak your mind The b**h in you, looking me in my eyes lyin I see the b**h in you, simply hard, you find The b**h in you but yo it's coming out Verse Two: Up on this rap sh**, Cube, I'm calling out I break in and smack n***az 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, n***az gave me love There's a thin line between the fake and the real Grafted a** n***a, I see through your Gla** Shield Had sk**s once upon a time on this project, yo I'm a have ta wreck a Ho'shea I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper (So what) so I had to slap her, ugn And violate you, a m**m drinking brew Your n***a ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22 I seen you, you ain't say sh** to 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 talking sh** about the West Guess you knew you're sh** was done plus the one got you cable Hoo Bangin, you ain't banging sh** but the table And the Circle Madd, ain't got no choice but to fight Ain't none of y'all muthafukas got a chance on the mic Anytime you come out, yo, I'm a talk about you Until you let that b**h in you, walk up out you Any last words before I hit the switch From the immortal words of one, a b**h is a b**h Chorus