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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor fifty you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a crip
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga won't in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the since Makaveli passed nigga
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 on ice he gon be there for a while
now watch me put my out like 10 og's
i wore G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you fuck you to 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 known
not cause he put in work, cause his a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother tell more you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met this spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he better than
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga up game tryna copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now to the future, you got a problem now
around my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima make you do it do
take a ride 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 the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I know you dont me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get
I know you love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
tryna run game on me you bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i aint a
keep these rap niggaz in check like a of dunks
who can like i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
watch me manuever threw block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you spit crap like a rookie dice
snake eyes to the
nigga im grand
em somethin' grand nubian
created g-unot, 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, put ya contract on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha 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 look like makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
till i a full clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you than 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 your back? you a lyin
you the reason niggaz push mute they play madden
what the hell made you you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck 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
wait till the lakers on the road, 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, speak on my dead homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his