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[Verse One]

Some rappers, would they be without the use of the word nigga?

Time to make the switch, from the word bitch

Here's the message, catch it, no more Steppen Fetchit

(Rounds about clowns, here comes the verbal Hessian)

Modern day slaves, niggaz'll trade for the riches

Our brothers ain't niggaz and our sisters ain't bitches

Mental psychosis, negative osmosis

There will be a pimp, with some new type hoe shit (yeahh)

Self-esteem knockin, yo I ain't your nucca

You call my moms a bitch, here comes the fist so buck up

Nigga means less than countin three-fifths

Conciousness seperates a woman from a bitch

If you visualize your woman as a bitch you'll treat her thus

If your woman is a bitch, then your daughter is a puppy

Raised her as a slut, dog scratch the itch

Up, Sugarwater taught her how to be a bitch

Skip past the bitch, and treat her like a woman

Your brother is your brother, not a nigga, fully human

So yo bust the track, this is how we act

If nigga/bitch is on the verbal it's time to counteract



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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!

(Yo!  I don't understand this shit man!

Sisters walkin around got it twisted

Brothers rollin around like they holdin

The shit is out of control, it's out of control!)



[Verse Two]

Cause and effects, effect equals the cause

Must be a jig-saw puzzle

Brother love the pieces put together

Illfully clever misfits, bitches to bitches

Bitch-made sister, made hoe by the mister

Broke by my fist-a, I'm fed up, head up with conclusions

Mass confusion from the words we be usin, or choosin

A lingo, hatches, matches like bingo, nigga

Nigga makes a nigga pull the trigger on another

Yo brother equals brother

Nigga pulls bitch so deep in the ditch of degradation

But little is my civil-, this my -lization

Makes nation, station, vary like a letter

The header from my dick, N.W.A. fits

Like a dog to a bitch, nigga equals hypocrite

No portion of the foots, the foot don't fit

in the shoe and I choose to be effects of the cause

Applause because the black's breakin bitch-nigga laws

Laws of the tracks, niggaz to blacks

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

Sisters showin all they glands

Yo, act like the queens that you supposed to be)

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What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!

(Brothers, yo, you better recognize

Cause right now we gotta start this shit up man

Yo, this shit is out of control, it's out of control!)



[ad libs "it's out of control" to the end]