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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a crip
whats a crip? not a gang in LA
on records but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... nigga im
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 row of my truck
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 cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do this
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace nigga suck my dick
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the on ice he gon be there for a while
now watch me put my chest out 10 og's
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter
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 he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this brother tell more than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he better than
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up game tryna copy my
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy
i pull ya faggot ass out them 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 you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima make room in the
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I you dont love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I know you don't me
you scream and holla when Loc's around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
keep these rap in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit like a
you spit crap a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em grand nubian
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya 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 dollars tat it on his hand... damn
worse than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look makin of the band
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
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he dont be to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a bastard
you the reason push mute when they play madden
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and your uncle
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots the 38 blow
leave a whole in chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the
open your chest, show the world what you of
my dick hard i wait till the day come
when i can put the on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will