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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a
went from runnin with the to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
bang on records but won't bang in LA
why the fuck you 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 diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in ass nigga
ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna to do this shit
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron 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 10 og's
i wore this shirt to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont muthafucka
and now i put the kids to bed
i you a story about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well crip
not cause he put in work, his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga brother tell more you
so ima break it down an ounce of glue
i met this spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga he better than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up game tryna copy my
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get doggy style
i pull ya ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
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 blind baby, ima make you do what 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 hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby thats comin the speakers
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 same when 50 in town
I know you dont me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
these rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i in any hood like paul wall fronts
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit a ruger
you spit crap like a rookie dice
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
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? up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
give him a 1000 hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
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
tony 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 oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he dont be to that wack ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when play madden
what the made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
my advice and lay low
heard you and uncle 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 you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my dead
all you new west coast niggaz
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will