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| Some rappers, would they be without the use of the word nigga?
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| Time to make the switch, from the word bitch
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| Here’s the message, catch it, no more Steppen Fetchit
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| (Rounds about clowns, here comes the verbal Hessian)
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| Modern day slaves, niggas’ll trade for the riches
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| Our brothers ain’t niggas and our sisters ain’t bitches
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| Mental psychosis, negative osmosis
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| There will be a pimp, with some new type ho shit (yeahh)
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| Self-esteem knockin, yo I ain’t your nucca
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| You call my moms a bitch, here comes the fist so buck up
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| Nigga means less than countin three-fifths
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| Conciousness seperates a woman from a bitch
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| If you visualize your woman as a bitch you’ll treat her thus
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| If your woman is a bitch, then your daughter is a puppy
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| Raised her as a slut, dog scratch the itch
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| Up, Sugarwater taught her how to be a bitch
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| Skip past the bitch, and treat her like a woman
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| Your brother is your brother, not a nigga, fully human
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| So yo bust the track, this is how we act
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| If nigga/bitch is on the verbal it’s time to counteract
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| (Yo! I don’t understand this shit man!
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| Sisters walkin around got it twisted
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| Brothers rollin around like they holdin
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| The shit is out of control, it’s out of control!)
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| Cause and effects, effect equals the cause
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| Must be a jig-saw puzzle
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| Brother love the pieces put together
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| Illfully clever misfits, bitches to bitches
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| Bitch-made sister, made ho by the mister
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| Broke by my fist-a, I’m fed up, head up with conclusions
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| Mass confusion from the words we be usin, or choosin
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| A lingo, hatches, matches like bingo, nigga
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| Nigga makes a nigga pull the trigger on another
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| Yo brother equals brother
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| Nigga pulls bitch so deep in the ditch of degradation
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| But little is my civil-, this my -lization
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| Makes nation, station, vary like a letter
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| The header from my dick, N.W.A. |
| fits
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| Like a dog to a bitch, nigga equals hypocrite
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| No portion of the foots, the foot don’t fit
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| In the shoe and I choose to be effects of the cause
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| Applause because the black’s breakin bitch-nigga laws
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| Laws of the tracks, niggas to blacks
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| So stop the nigga/bitch, yo what’s up with that diss?
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| (Yo yo! Hold up hold up, all this tits and ass
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| Sisters showin all they glands
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| Yo, act like the queens that you supposed to be)
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| (Brothers, yo, you better recognize
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| Cause right now we gotta start this shit up man
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| Yo, this shit is out of control, it’s out of control!) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What! (Cause And Effect), artist - Channel Live. Album song Station Identification, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп