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hear the down
spider loc is a
sound like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a you a actor fifty 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 with
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you
yo baby mama, in the third 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 belly ass
better ask around, i the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna to do this shit
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my out like 10 og's
i wore G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont muthafucka
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story about a spider in his web
marvel williams, a well known
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother tell than you
so ima break it down like an 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 soakin up game 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 my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, used to be a
name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
take a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
bitch in the side, say she hear somebody screamin
the music up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she i aint 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 you dont love me
you always talkin' how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me fucked up wit g-unit crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i a punk
keep these rap niggaz in like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, still throw up
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
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap like a rookie dice
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my
ass nigga, fifty give him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover like makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin 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 on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz mute when they play madden
what the hell 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 Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
give you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a in your chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, the world what you made of
my dick i cant wait till the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new west coast niggaz
the city is mine, left it to me in his will