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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a crip? not a gang in LA
on records but nigga won't bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard diss diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill your ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss 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 Cam'ron
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace nigga suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now watch me put my chest out 10 og's
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
marvel williams, a well known
not cause he put in work, his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima break it down like an 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 kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga up game tryna copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the fuckin problem
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked style
i pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya burn in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my
my flow blind baby, ima make you do 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 screamin
the music up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you dont me
you the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I know you don't me
you scream and holla when Spider Loc's
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the
i shine in any hood like wall fronts
my flow foolish sit back while i do this
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit a ruger
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
snake to the loser
nigga im pooba
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 contract on the
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha i been a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
worse than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover like 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 quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit hottest verse on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope 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 west on your back? you a bastard
you the reason niggaz mute when they play madden
what the hell made you think you could fuck wit the
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
give you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a whole in 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 dick hard i wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will