Goddamn that nigga Kam back on the scene
 With the brown & black on the same team
 The rap game seem so fucked up
 If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up
 These niggas sucked up our hood game
 Got fame & fucked up our good name
 It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife
 & you ain't never gang banged in ya life!
 Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house
 So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?
 Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,
 (Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's
 But that's cool though you did a ?
 But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?
 & soon you'll know what we bothered about
 When you hear my niggas hollerin' out
 2x CHORUS:
 Where all the Eastside niggas at?
 Whoop Whoop!
 Where all the Westside niggas at?
 Whoop Whoop!
 Where all the Northside niggas at?
 Whoop Whoop!
 Where all the Southside niggas at?
 Whoop Whoop Whoop!
 It's that gangsta shit & if you really wanna know
 I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show
 then you a busta too what must I do?
 How many real rap niggas is it? (Just A few)
 I put my trust in you like the OJ jury
 But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!
 Sure we used to be cool & all that junk
 Little fat pot belly big titty duck ?? punk
 With junk in yo trunk like Pam
 On Martin don't be startin up no shit with Kam
 Cause I'll fuck you up you just ain't knowin
 Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going
 You takin all my shots
 Like the "W" you took from me nigga stand for Watts
 Tryin to say it stand for yo group
 But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.
 2x CHORUS
 You can't see these G's in no kinda way
 So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?
 Was you the only one dissin' or they were too
 Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!
 Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work
 You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp
 This Eastside nigga make me bow down
 Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown
 Not ot mention the Brotherhood
 That's F.O.Y. Killas to make it understood
 I shoulda beat yo ass in Chicago
 Don't need security guards wherever I go
 And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt
 Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out
 That's what I'm about niggas gave me the scoop
 Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!
 2x CHORUS:
 How could I dis thee let me count the ways
 See I can talk about yo ass for days
 Iknow shit about you you don't even know
 And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro
 That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale shit
 But look at the thanks I get!
 A hit record don't mean a motherfuck to me
 Niggaz gave you a pass reluctantly
 Cause you told em you was with us the FOY
 And the niggas that was with me when I left know why
 I said fuck street knowledge and sat far away
 Fuck Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay
 I gave all I could give
 But niggas know we all work and know we all live
 And tryin to fuck me that's the worst mistake you could've made
 Y'all cursed til the price is paid.
 2x CHORUS:
 Solo: What's up nigga you got beef with me nigga?
 Cube: Naw I ain't got beef with you nigga!
 Solo: You got beef with my homeboy nigga?
 Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!
 Solo: You got beef with me then nigga
 Cube: And