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hear the down
spider loc is a
nigga sound like chunk off the
ya life is a
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a crip
whats a crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga won't 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 heard diss diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in your own
you so hard why didnt u put out song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
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 best 'a is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga my dick
your 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 G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter 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 a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother tell than you
so ima break it down like an of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga 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 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 in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima room in the coupe
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby comin from the speakers
she i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I know you dont me
you aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I know you love me
you scream and holla when Spider Loc's
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 these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
like NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
watch me manuever cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you spit crap like a dice shooter
snake to the loser
im grand pooba
gave em grand nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse me lyin sayin olivia 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 empty a full
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin that you nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he use him
i know he dont be listein to that wack ass
you got the west on back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute they play madden
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 shots the 38 blow
leave a whole in your chest.. the of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the lakers on the road, it out at the staples
open chest, show the world what you made of
my hard i cant wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will