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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
on records 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 my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in your own
you so hard why didnt u put out that about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i wanna have to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now watch me put my chest out like 10
i wore this G-unot shirt to m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now i put the kids 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 a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, nigga brother tell more 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 think he than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up tryna copy my style
gave him a 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 pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
bitch in the side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear somebody
i had to her off so i start singin
I you dont love me
you aint the same when 50 Cent's in
I know you dont 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 g-unit crips
tryna run game on me you bitch
get yo ass in the
know that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back i do this
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you spit crap like a dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group nigga i
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i a vet
for 500 dollas he'll 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, i got my own shoe
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, meet me in the
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i know he dont be listein to wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they madden
what the hell you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 when 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, shoot it out at the
open chest, show the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait till the day
i can put the infared on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his