(Yeah, for your nation...
for your nation...)
Verse One:


A (*##$ ^!$$% wit an attitude named Cube
Step to the Com wit a feud

Now what the $#&@ I look like dissing a whole coast
You ain't made %#@! 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 ^!$$%z get evicted
And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked

Natural Born Killa, ^!$$% you natural born God
Read, rich, 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 $#&@in' 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
Chris Tucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good

I was insulted, she was wit the Boyz N the Hood

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I see the (*##$ in you when you don't speak your mind
The (*##$ in you, looking me in my eyes lyin

I see the (*##$ in you, to be hard you tryin'
The (*##$ in you but yo it's coming out


Verse Two:

The ump on this rap %#@!, Cube, I'm calling out

I break in and smack ^!$$%z that's in the Slaughterhouse
This ain't no East coast, West coast, none of the above
I'm from Chi, I went to Cali, ^!$$%z gave me love

There's a thin line between the fake and the real
Grafted $$# ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$% ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22
I seen you, you ain't say %#@! in 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 %#@! about the West

Guess you knew you're %#@! was done plus the one got you cable
Hoo Bangin, you ain't banging %#@! but the table
in the Circle Mad, ain't got no choice but to fight

Ain't none of y'all mutha$#&@as got a chance on the mic
Anytime you come out, jo, I'm a talk about you
Until you let that (*##$ in you, walk up out you

Any last words before I hit the switch
From the immortal words of one, a (*##$ is a ...


Chorus