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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 fifty you a script
went from runnin with the to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
bang on records but nigga won't in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my spot so he runnin buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you
yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in your own
you so hard why didnt u put out that song Suge
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since passed nigga
and i wanna have to do this shit
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace nigga suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, 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 muthafucka
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story about a caught in his web
marvel williams, a well crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima break it down like an ounce of
i met this 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 bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get doggy style
i ya faggot 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
name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima make you do it do
lets a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, you in there too
in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats comin the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you love me
you aint the 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 when Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them crips
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
these rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the
i in any hood like paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back i do this
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' grand
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he kick me out the group i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? up my mess
dirty ass nigga, give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
give him a dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me lyin olivia was a man
ya XXL look like makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga take shots for the game NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint that you dope nigga..
but you better spider 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 niggaz push mute when they play madden
what the hell made you think you could wit the game
when yo to fame 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 the 38 blow
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 world what you of
my dick hard i cant wait till the day
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will