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hear the down
spider loc is a
sound like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor fifty you a script
went runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
bang on but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my spot so he runnin with
tryna 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 your ass in own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song Suge
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint have to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i wore 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 that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a spider in his web
williams, a well known crip
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 it down like an ounce of glue
i met nigga spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx laughin he said 'this nigga 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 ya faggot ass out them 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 need now is a spiderman
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride 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 comin from the speakers
she said i trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I you dont love me
you aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I know you love me
you scream and holla Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them g-unit
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
know that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can like i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, still 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 spit crap like a dice shooter
snake to the loser
nigga im pooba
em somethin' 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
dirty ass nigga, give 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 hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me lyin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like makin of the
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my take shots 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 that you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i he dont be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when play madden
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
take my and lay low
you and your uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a in your 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 what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait till the day
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont on my dead homie
all you new west coast niggaz
the city is mine, left it to me in his will