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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor gave you a script
from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a crip? not a gang in LA
on records but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill your ass in your own hood
you so hard why u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli nigga
and i aint wanna to do this shit
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace nigga 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 this G-unot to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well known
not cause he put in work, his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima break it down like an of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah 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
nigga soakin up game tryna copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
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 ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima make 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.. baby thats comin the speakers
she said i trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I know you love me
you aint the when 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 Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit g-unit crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
keep these rap in check like a pair of dunks
who can like i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any hood like wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap like a rookie dice
snake eyes to the
nigga im pooba
em somethin' grand nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga 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 bangin for 10 years, muhtha i been a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 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 for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your verse on my album
now.. i aint that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he use him
i he dont be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on your you a lyin bastard
you the niggaz push mute when they play madden
what the hell you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
take my 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 till the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the
open chest, show the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
when i can put the on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast niggaz
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his