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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 you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a crip
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get
i heard diss diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in your own
you so hard why u put out that song about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since passed nigga
and i aint have to do this shit
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta 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 this G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his 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 nigga spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start he said 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up tryna copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
around my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
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
lets take a ride Nigga ima room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear screamin
turn the music up.. thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you dont me
you aint the same when 50 in town
I know you dont me
you always talkin' bout how get down
I know you don't me
you scream and when Spider Loc's around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can like i do?
like NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
my flow foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit a ruger
you spit crap like a dice shooter
snake to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' grand
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he kick me out the group nigga i
spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i a full clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i know he dont be listein to wack ass music
you got the west on back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they madden
what the hell made you think you could fuck wit the
when yo claim to was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and 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
wait till the on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the what you made of
my dick hard i wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will