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hear the down
spider loc is a
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya life is a
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga won't in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... nigga im
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my so he runnin with buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill your ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta suck my dick
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now watch me put my chest out like 10
i wore this shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter
and now that i put the to bed
i you a story about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well known
not cause he put in work, cause his a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, nigga brother tell more than you
so ima break it down an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he better you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up tryna copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya burn in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my
my flow baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats comin from the
she said i aint i hear somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I you dont love me
you aint the same when 50 Cent's in
I know you dont me
you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get
I know you don't me
you scream and when Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them g-unit
tryna run game on me you bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the
i shine in any like paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit a ruger
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
em somethin' grand nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he kick me out the group i left
spider, you want my spot clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
give him a 1000 hell tat it on his hand... damn
worse than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover like makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest verse on my
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that wack ass
you got the west on your back? you a lyin
you the reason push mute when they play madden
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
give you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a whole in chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the world you made of
my hard i cant wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will