Whoop! Whoop! (feat. Kam)

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 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. 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! 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 Niggas 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. 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!