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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
on records but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my spot so he with buck
tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil you suck
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in your own
you so why didnt u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in ass nigga
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 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 watch me put my chest out 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 that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a spider in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not cause he put in work, his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, nigga brother tell more than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this 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 problem child
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin my hood, get fucked doggy style
i ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
wallstreet bitch 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 in the truck, throw you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear screamin
the music up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint i hear somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you dont me
you the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get
I know you love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a of dunks
who can like i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood paul wall fronts
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw block, and end up in hoover
i spit a ruger
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
em somethin' grand nubian
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
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim 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 makin of the
you mad, cause i got my own
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
say its bullshit till i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason push mute when they play madden
what the hell you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your uncle
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots the 38 blow
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
your chest, show the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant till the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will