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hear the down
spider loc is a
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on records but won't bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil you suck
yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill your ass in your own hood
you so why didnt u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since passed nigga
and i wanna have to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the diss
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace nigga suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, mines is
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,
you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a spider in his web
williams, a well known crip
not cause he put in work, his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start he said 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
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 my hood, get fucked doggy style
i ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby thats comin from the
she said i aint trippin i hear screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I you dont love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you always talkin' bout how get down
I know you love me
you and holla when Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them 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?
like NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like wall fronts
my flow foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap like a rookie dice
snake eyes to the
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' grand
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
dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i been 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 than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its till i pull 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 aint sayin that you nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the 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 mute they play madden
what the hell made you think you fuck wit the game
yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 shots the 38 blow
a whole in your chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the lakers on the road, it out at the staples
your 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 billboard rest, dont speak on my dead
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will