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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a 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 so he runnin with buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard diss diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
ill whoop 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' deli ass
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed
and i wanna have to do this shit
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, mines is
put the on ice he gon be there for a while
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i wore this G-unot shirt to 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 a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not cause he put in work, 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 spider at Alliyah video
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up game tryna my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul burn in hell on the to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima make you do it do
take a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats comin the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you love me
you the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I know you love me
you scream and when Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run game on me you bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a of dunks
who can flip 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 flow foolish sit back i do this
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you spit like a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em grand nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he me out the group 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 been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
give him a dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats 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 bullshit till i pull
i empty a full clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin that you nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he be listein to that wack ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push when they play madden
what the made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll you 5 shots when 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 your chest, show the world you made of
my hard 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, Eazy it to me in his will