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hear the break
spider loc is a
sound 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 bloods to a crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
bang on but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga my spot so he runnin with buck
tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do this
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my chest out like 10
i wore this G-unot shirt to m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a caught in his web
williams, a well known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
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 nigga spider at video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start he said 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up game tryna my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy
i ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya burn in hell on the anniversery 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 blind baby, ima you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima make room in the
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear screamin
turn the music up.. thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
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 talkin' bout how Ma$e get
I know you don't me
you scream and when Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit g-unit crips
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, still throw up
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' grand
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group i left
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
ass nigga, fifty give him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
give him a 1000 dollars tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like makin of the
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga take for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i quick
i empty a full clip
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 that you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push when they play 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
you and your uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a whole in your chest.. the size of a
we can do it you say so
wait the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open chest, show the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont on my dead homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will