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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor fifty you a script
went from with the bloods to a g-unit crip
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on but nigga 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 so he runnin with buck
tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so why didnt u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do this
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now watch me put my out like 10 og's
i wore this 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 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 brother more than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
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 up game tryna copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in on the anniversery to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck 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 shovel in the truck, you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear somebody
i had to throw her off so i singin
I know you love me
you aint the same when 50 in town
I know you love me
you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get
I know you love me
you scream and holla Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them g-unit
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
these rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip 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
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 crap a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' grand
created g-unot, tried 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 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 than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the game NJ do
some say its bullshit till i quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he use him
i know he dont be listein to that ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the niggaz push mute when they play madden
what the made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
you and your uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a whole in your chest.. the 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, show the what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
i can put the infared on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his