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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya is a movie
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin the bloods to a g-unit crip
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so why didnt u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint have to do this shit
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my chest out like 10
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a caught in his web
marvel williams, a well crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother tell than you
so ima break it like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said nigga think he better than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up game copy my style
gave him a 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 doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul in hell 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 bitch you fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima make you do it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima make in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby thats from the speakers
she i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I you dont love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Spider Loc's
got me fucked up wit g-unit 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 a pair of dunks
who can like i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still throw up
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i like a ruger
you spit crap a rookie dice shooter
snake eyes to the
im grand pooba
gave em grand nubian
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group nigga i
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
thats worse than me lyin 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, me in the bullpit
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin that you nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i he dont be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a bastard
you the niggaz push mute when they play madden
what the hell made you think you fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
my advice and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a whole in chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
till the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the world what you of
my dick i cant wait till the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont on my dead homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will