(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 ain't made shit 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 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 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 dick said you was fuckin 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 sucker 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 bitch in you when you don't 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 it's coming out. Verse Two:. Up on this rap shit Cube I'm calling out. I break in and smack niggaz 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 niggaz gave me love. There's 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. 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 Muslim drinking brew. Your nigga ain't no Mack 10 he's a 22. I seen you you ain't 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 wasn't talking shit about the West. Guess you knew you're shit was done plus the one got you cable. Hoo Bangin you ain't banging shit 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 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. Chorus.