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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor gave you a script
went runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit 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 light yo ass on
nigga my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli nigga
and i aint have to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace nigga suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, mines is
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now watch me put my chest out like 10
i wore this shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story a spider caught in his web
williams, a well known crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima break it down like an ounce of
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start he said 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up game copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin around my hood, get doggy style
i ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
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 blind baby, ima you do what it do
lets take a ride ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
the music up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear somebody
i had to throw her off so i start
I you dont love me
you aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me fucked up wit them g-unit
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
know that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my flow foolish sit back while i do
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit a ruger
you spit crap like a dice shooter
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 nigga? clean up my
ass nigga, fifty give him a check
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 1000 dollars tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me lyin sayin was a man
ya XXL cover like makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i pull
till i a full clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i aint that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he use him
i know he dont be to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a bastard
you the reason niggaz push when they play madden
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
give you 5 shots when 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, shoot it out at the
open your chest, the world what you made of
my hard i cant wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont on my dead homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his