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hear the down
spider loc is a
nigga sound like chunk off the
ya life is a
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a crip
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep 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 ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out song about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace nigga suck my dick
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now watch me put my chest out like 10
i this G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im mutha 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 about a spider caught in his web
williams, a well known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, nigga brother tell more than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga 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
nigga soakin up game tryna copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima make you do it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima make room in the
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats comin 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 Cent's in
I know you love me
you always talkin' bout how 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 bitch
get yo ass in the
know that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can flip i do?
like NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood paul wall fronts
nigga my flow sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit a ruger
you spit like a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em grand nubian
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? up my mess
ass nigga, fifty give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i 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 look like makin of the
you mad, cause i got my own
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u spit your hottest verse on my
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he dont be to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a lyin
you the reason push mute when they play madden
what the made you think you could fuck wit the game
yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
you and your uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a whole in your chest.. the size of a
we can do it you say so
wait the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the world what you of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will