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hear the down
spider loc is a
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor fifty you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on but nigga won't bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my spot so he with buck
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
ill whoop your ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out song about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the on ice he gon be there for a while
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im gutter 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 about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well known
not cause he put in work, his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, nigga brother tell more than you
so ima break it like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said nigga think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga up game tryna copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the 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 a ride 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
the music up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I know you love me
you the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I know you don't me
you scream and when Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i a punk
keep rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the
i shine in any hood like wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back i do this
watch me manuever threw block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you spit crap a rookie dice shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im pooba
gave em 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, put ya contract on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me lyin sayin was a man
ya XXL cover look makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga take for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
till i a full clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint that you dope nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that wack ass
you got the west on your back? you a lyin
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 Yukmouth's
my advice and lay low
heard you and your 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, the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
i can put the infared on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will