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hear the down
spider loc is a
sound like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from with the bloods to a g-unit crip
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... nigga im
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he with buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get
i heard diss diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill your ass in your own hood
you so hard why u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do this
id rather be at home listeing to the diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a
you a myspace nigga suck my dick
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter
and now that i put the to bed
i you a story about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this brother tell more than you
so ima break it down like an ounce of
i met this spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up game tryna my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin problem
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 name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
black 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, you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I you dont love me
you aint the same when 50 in town
I you dont love me
you always talkin' bout how get down
I know you don't me
you and holla when Spider Loc's around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
know that i aint a punk
keep rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul fronts
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my
dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 he'll 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 like makin of the
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest verse on my
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a bastard
you the reason niggaz mute when they play madden
what the hell made you think you could fuck wit the
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
take my and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
give you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a whole in your chest.. the size of a
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 dick hard i cant wait till the day
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, speak on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will