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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
bang on records but nigga won't in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he runnin with
tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you
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 that about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at home listeing to the diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga my dick
flow 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 shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story about a caught in his web
marvel williams, a well known
not cause he put in work, cause his a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
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 up game tryna copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the problem child
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin my hood, get fucked doggy style
i ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in on the anniversery to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my
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
the music up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear 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 Ma$e get
I you don't love me
you scream and holla Spider Loc's 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 like a of dunks
who can like i do?
spit NaS too?
a yankee fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like wall fronts
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you spit crap a rookie dice shooter
snake eyes to the
im grand pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
g-unot, fifty 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, give 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 claim any set
him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me lyin olivia was a man
ya XXL look like makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i quick
till i a full clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he dont be to that wack ass music
you got the west on your you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when play madden
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
a whole in your chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the on the road, shoot it out at the staples
your chest, show the world what you made of
my hard i cant wait till the day come
when i can put the on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his