terrible thread from a terrible poster... Its a diss record. Someone ban this troll
common murked cube so bad on this joint nobody has stepped to common sense since
The ump of this rap shyt, Cube, I'm calling out
I break in and smack nikkas 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, nikkas gave me love
There's a thin line between the fake and the real
Grafted ass nikka, 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 nikka ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22
I seen you (Mack 10), you ain't say shyt 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 shyt about the West
Guess you knew your shyt was done plus the one got you cable
Hoo Bangin', you ain't banging shyt but the table
And the Circle MAAD, ain't got no choice but to fight
Ain't none of y'all motherfukkers got a chance on the mic
Anytime you come out, joe, I'mma talk about you
Until you let that bytch in you walk up out you
Any last words before I hit the switch
From the immortal words of one, a bytch is a bytch