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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a
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 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 third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta suck my dick
your 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 gutter 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 about a caught in his web
marvel williams, a well known
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga tell more than you
so ima break it like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he better you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up game tryna copy my
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin problem
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin around my hood, get doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a suit
wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima you do what it do
lets a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby thats from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I you dont love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always talkin' bout how get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Spider Loc's
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 up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i like a ruger
you spit crap like a rookie dice
snake to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' grand
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been bangin for 10 years, fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
give him a dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest verse on my
now.. i aint that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i he dont 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 hell made you you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll 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 your chest, the world what you made of
my dick i cant wait till the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my dead
all you new west coast niggaz
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will