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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a crip? not a gang in LA
on records but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... nigga im
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he runnin with
tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in your own
you so hard why didnt u put out that song Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do this
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i wore this shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story about a spider in his web
marvel williams, a well crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this nigga tell more than you
so ima it down like 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 than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up tryna copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin problem
now back to the future, you got a now
around my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride ima make room in the coupe
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby thats comin the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I know you love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I you dont love me
you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them crips
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can like i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the
i in any hood like paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back while i do
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you spit crap a rookie dice shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group nigga i
spider, you want my spot clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats 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 take shots for the game like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that ass music
you got the west on back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they madden
what the hell you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
my advice and lay low
heard you and your uncle
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 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, the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast niggaz
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will