Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bitch In Yoo, artist - Common. Album song Go! Common Classics, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
The Bitch In Yoo |
(yeah, for your nation… |
For your nation…) |
Verse one: |
A bitch nigga wit an attitude named cube |
Step to com wit a feud |
Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast |
You aint made shit dope since amerikkkas 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 niggaz get evicted |
And videos wit white boys talking you get wicked |
Natural born killa, nigga you natural born god |
Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob |
Hyprocrite, Im filling out your death certificate |
Slanging bean pies and st ides 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, youre managing wc and wack 10 |
You backed in to a four corner hustla |
Lying on your dick, said you was fuckin her |
Use higher learning, dont take my words out of text |
Went from gangsta to islam to the dick of das efx |
Itll take the nation of millions to hold me back |
From giving you mouth shots or hit wit the pipe ralph got |
When sucker aint around, its your friday, it was good |
I wasnt salty, she was wit the boyz n the hood |
I see the bitch in you when you dont speak your mind |
The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin |
I see the bitch in you, simply hard, you find |
The bitch in you but yo its coming out |
Verse two: |
Up on this rap shit, cube, Im calling out |
I break in and smack niggaz thats in the slaughterhouse |
This aint no east coast, west coast, none of the above |
Im from chi, I went to cali, niggaz gave me love |
Theres a thin line between the fake and the real |
Grafted ass nigga, I see through your glass shield |
Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo Im a have ta wreck a hoshea |
I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper |
(so what) so I had to slap her, ugn |
And violate you, a muslim drinking brew |
Your nigga aint no mack 10, hes a 22 |
I seen you, you aint say shit 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 wasnt talking shit about the west |
Guess you knew youre shit was done plus the one got you cable |
Hoo bangin, you aint banging shit but the table |
And the circle madd, aint got no choice but to fight |
Aint none of yall muthafukas got a chance on the mic |
Anytime you come out, yo, Im a talk about you |
Until you let that bitch in you, walk up out you |
Any last words before I hit the switch |
From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch |