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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a
went from with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga won't in LA
why the fuck you me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he runnin buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so hard why u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta suck my dick
flow is budweiser, mines 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 face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i you a story about a spider caught in his web
williams, a well known crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this nigga tell more than you
so ima break it down like an ounce of
i met this nigga at Alliyah video 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
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them sneakers
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
black bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow 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 passenger side, say she hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby thats from the speakers
she said i trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I know you dont me
you the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you and holla when Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them crips
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can like i do?
spit NaS too?
a yankee fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any hood paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit like a
you spit crap like a rookie dice
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he kick me out the group i left
spider, you want my spot clean up my mess
ass nigga, fifty give him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i been for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL look like makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you than spider 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 bastard
you the reason niggaz push when they play madden
what the hell made you you could fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
you and your uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
a whole in your chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the world you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, speak on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his