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hear the down
spider loc is a
nigga sound like chunk off the
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor gave you a script
from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my so he runnin with buck
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a
you a myspace gangsta nigga my dick
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the on ice he gon be there for a while
now watch me put my out like 10 og's
i wore G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you fuck you to 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 tell you the
fifty, this nigga tell more than you
so ima break it like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah video
true, true, he had on no
dmx laughin he said 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up tryna copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima make you do it do
lets take a ride ima make 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 thats comin from the
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I you dont love me
you the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get
I know you don't me
you scream and holla when Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
know that i aint a punk
keep these rap in check like a pair of dunks
who can like i do?
like NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, throw up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back while i do
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit like a
you spit crap like a rookie dice
snake eyes to the
nigga im pooba
gave em grand nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he kick me out the nigga i left
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
thats worse me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL look 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
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that wack ass
you got the west on your you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they play
what the hell made you think you fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 when the 38 blow
leave a 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
open your chest, show the world what you of
my dick hard i wait till the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his