What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my life Mmm, uhhh, uhhh! 'Member when you said you would die for me, shit All of that was just lies to me Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me Now you cry for me, like Jodeci It's like that y'all, my nigga hit another bitch from the back y'all Black nasty and mad fat y'all shoulda seen the ho Nigga pack your shit, you out the do', ohh What about the fight in The Mirage? I seen ya Benz parked outside my sister's garage Said it was your friend Rog, bullshit I ain't gonna keep puttin' up wit the bullshit And still I, never sweat these bitches Q.B. Nas names his eighth studio album Hip Hop is Dead as a comment on the.

(an East Coast-based rapper on Bad Boy Records). dies from a drive-by shooting after attending a Vibe. At opposite ends of the dispute were Tupac Shakur (a West Coast-based rapper on Death Row Records) and The Notorious B.I.G. Yeah, fuck you Fuck you too Fuck you bitch Fuck you motherfucker You ain't shit anyway, fuck you You ain't shit, you fat motherfucker Yeah, whatever whatever Whatever You wasn't sayin' that when you was suckin' my dick You wasn't sayin that when you was eatin' my pussy You nasty bitch You a nasty motherfucker Check it, uhh ( Crab ass nigga) What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life Uh-huh, uhh, uhh I know he don't treat you like I treat you Time to explain your game is see-through Sex is lethal, I ain't gon' lie Means to get ya back, I ain't gon' try Like this y'all, my girl sucked another nigga dick, y'all Light skinned with the chromed out six, y'all Thought they was creepin', took trips to V-A every third weekend While you was sleepin', he hit you on the box Sixty-nine code non-stop Shoulda left ya then, but my heart said not You knew too much, the relationship grew too much You knew about the crack vials, means to be trial Where I hid dough under the bathroom tile Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightenin' Peep the scene, sorta like Sam Rothstein Guess you Ginger, huh, go figure Never thought you could be a gold-digger Take my dough and spend with the next nigga Asked my man Jigga, my ace boon coon Told me cut the bitch off 'fore the shit balloon Now I'm like Brandy, Sittin' in My Room Pissy drunk listenin' to Stylistics tunes Or the O'Jays, thinkin' 'bout the old days My nigga's like, fuck that bitch, go play Baller, when she beep you, don't call her Guess who I seen, that freak bitch Paula She was askin' 'bout ya whereabouts Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight We'll be all fuckin' tonight, knahmean?! (I'm fuckin' you toniiight.) feel me? Uhh The East Coast-West Coast rivalry was an American, mid-1990s quarrel between fans and artists of the West Coast hip hop and East Coast hip hop scene.

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