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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor fifty you a script
went from runnin with the to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you 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 'gon get
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 that song about
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do this
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
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 i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story about a caught 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 brother tell than you
so ima break it down an ounce of glue
i met this nigga at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this soakin up game tryna copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked style
i pull ya ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima you do what 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 screamin
turn the up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you love me
you aint the same when 50 in town
I know you love me
you talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I know you love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
tryna run game on me you bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i aint a
these rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can like i do?
like NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood paul wall fronts
my flow foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you spit crap like a dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
em somethin' grand nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my
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 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
thats worse than me sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL look like makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
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 wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a bastard
you the reason niggaz push when they play madden
what the made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
take my and lay low
you and your uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 when the 38 blow
leave a whole in chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
till the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the world you made of
my dick hard i cant wait till the day
i can put the infared 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