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hear the down
spider loc is a
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on records but won't bang in LA
why the fuck you me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my spot so he with buck
tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
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 have to do this shit
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, mines is
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my out like 10 og's
i this G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a spider in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima break it like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah video
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
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 them sneakers
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 spiderman
black wallstreet bitch you fuck wit my crew
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, you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you dont 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 and holla 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
know that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can like i do?
like NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
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
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' nubian
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, fucka i been a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL look like makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the game NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo 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 wack ass music
you got the west on your you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they play
what the hell made you think you fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a whole in your chest.. the of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open chest, show the world what you made of
my dick hard i wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my dead
all you new west coast niggaz
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will