What! (Cause and Effect) Songtext
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Check it
Yeah
Drop it live and direct
Drop it nice and live
Get with this shit
Drop it in time
You know what I′m saying?
Fuck you

What? What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Yo, R.P.!)
What? What? What? What? (I'm saying
I can′t even drop it like this no more)
What? What? What? What? (What's up?)


Some rappers with their beat without the use of the word "nigga"
Time to make the switch, from the word "bitch"
Here's the message, catch it, no more steppin′ fetchin′
Round about rounds, here comes the verbal hatchet
Modern-day slaves makin' the trade for the riches
Our brothers ain′t niggas and our sisters ain't bitches
Mental psychosis, negative osmosis
Yo, we′re bein' pimp with some new type ho shit
Self-esteem knockers, yo, I ain′t your nucca
You call my moms a bitch, here comes the fist, so pucker
"Nigga" means less than count to three-fifths
Consciousness separates 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 pup
Raised her as a slut, dog scratch the itch
Pops, you're the one who 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 list, time to counteract

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Yo, I don′t understand this shit, man
Sisters walkin′ around actin' twisted
Fellas drivin′ around like they're holdin′
This shit is out of control, it's out of control


Cause and effects, effect equals the cause
Calls me a jigsaw puzzle
With other loved-up pieces put together, illfully clever
Misfits, bitches to bitches
Bitch-made sister, labor by the mister
Roped by my fist-er, I′m fed up
Head up with conclusions
Mass confusion from the words we be usin'
Accusin' our lingo, hatchets, matches like bingo
Figure, nigga makes a nigga pull the trigger on another
Yo, brother equals brother
Nigga pulls bitch both deep in the ditch of degradation
Belittles myself, splits my lycation
Makes nation stationary like a letter
The header from my dick, N.W.A. fits
Like a dog to a bitch, nigga equals hypocrite
No forcin′ of the foots, the foot don′t fit
If it's true, we′re not true to the effects of the cause
Applause to the blacks breakin' bitch nigga laws
Laws of the tracks, niggas to blacks
So stop the "nigga bitch," yo, what′s up with that diss?

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Yo, yo, hold up, hold up
Tits and ass, sisters showin' all they plan, yo
Act like the queen that you′re supposed to be
Brothers, yo, you better recognize what you got
We gotta throw this shit up, man
Yo, this shit is out of control, it's out of control
It's out of control, it′s out of control
It′s out of control, it's out of control
It′s out of control