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common sense - the bitch in yoo lyrics

(yeah, for your nation…
for your nation…)

a b-tch n-gg- wit an att-tude named cube
step to com wit a feud
now what the f-ck i look like dissing a whole coast
you ain’t made sh-t dope since “amerikkka’s most”
wanted to cease from the midwest to the east
on the d-ck of the east for your 1st release
your lease is up at the crib, house n-gg-z get evicted
and videos wit white boys talking you get “wicked”
“natural born killa?” n-gg-, you natural born god!
read, “lench”, got the nerve to say you “mob”
hypocrite, i’m filling out your “death 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 d-ck, said you was f-ckin her
use “higher learning”, don’t take my words out of text
went from gangsta to islam to the d-cks 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
chris tucker ain’t around, it’s your “friday”, it was “good”
“i wasn’t salty, she was wit the ‘boyz n the hood'”

i see the b-tch in yoo when you don’t speak your mind
the b-tch in yoo is looking me in my eyes lyin
i see the b-tch in yoo is simply hard to find
the b-tch in yoo is coming out

the ump of this rap sh-t, cube, i’m calling out
i break in and smack n-gg-z 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-gg-z gave me love
there’s a thin line between the fake and the real
grafted -ss n-gg-, i see through your “gl-ss 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
and violate you, a muslim drinking brew
your n-gg- ain’t no mack 10, he’s a 22
i seen you (mack 10), you ain’t say sh-t 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-t about the west
guess you knew your sh-t was done plus the one got you cable
“hoo bangin?” you ain’t banging sh-t but the table
and the circle madd ain’t got no choice but to fight
ain’t none of y’all motherf-ckers got a chance on the mic
anytime you come out, yo, i’m a talk about you
until you let “that b-tch in yoo” walk up out yoo
any last words before i hit the switch?
from the immortal words of one: “a b-tch iz a (b-tch)”

i see the b-tch in yoo when you don’t speak your mind
the b-tch in yoo is looking me in my eyes lyin
i see the b-tch in yoo is simply hard to find
the b-tch in yoo… but yo it’s coming out

- common sense lyrics

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