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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya life is a
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a 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 light yo ass on
nigga want my spot so he runnin with
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard diss 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 that about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint have to do this shit
id rather be at listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a is a bitch'
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now watch me put my out like 10 og's
i wore this shirt to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont muthafucka
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima break it down like an ounce of
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah video
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up game tryna my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy
i pull ya ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats comin from the
she said i aint i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I you dont love me
you aint the same when 50 Cent's in
I know you love me
you always talkin' bout how get down
I know you don't me
you scream and holla Spider Loc's around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
know that i aint a punk
keep rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, still throw up
a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap like a rookie dice
snake to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? up my mess
ass nigga, fifty give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
thats worse than me lyin sayin was a man
ya XXL cover look like of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i pull
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push when they play madden
what the hell made you think you fuck wit the game
when yo claim to was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
i'll give you 5 shots the 38 blow
leave a whole in chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the lakers on the road, it out at the staples
your chest, show 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, dont speak on my homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will