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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor gave you a script
went runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but won't bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my spot so he runnin buck
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill your ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a
you a myspace gangsta nigga my dick
your flow is budweiser, mines is
put the on ice he gon be there for a while
now watch me put my out like 10 og's
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and 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, this nigga brother tell more you
so ima break it down an ounce of glue
i met nigga spider 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 nigga soakin up tryna copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
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 them g-unit
and let ya soul 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 fuck wit my crew
my flow baby, ima make you do what it do
lets 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 from the
she said i aint trippin i hear somebody
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 always talkin' how Ma$e get down
I know you love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run game on me you bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i aint a
keep these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can like i do?
like NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still throw up
a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood paul wall fronts
nigga my 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 rookie dice
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 nigga i left
spider, you want my nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 dollars 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, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
say its bullshit till i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a lyin
you the reason niggaz push mute when they play
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
i'll give you 5 shots the 38 blow
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 chest, show the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my dead
all you new west coast niggaz
the city is mine, left it to me in his will