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hear the down
spider loc is a
sound like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
on records but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... nigga im
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my spot so he runnin buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in own hood
you so hard why u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga my dick
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the on ice he gon be there for a while
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i wore G-unot 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 story about a spider in his web
williams, a well known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his a snitch
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother tell than you
so ima break it down like an of glue
i met this nigga spider at video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he better you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this soakin up game tryna copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now to the future, you got a problem now
around my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant 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 in the truck, throw you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she somebody screamin
turn the music up.. thats comin from the speakers
she i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I know you love me
you aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I you dont love me
you talkin' bout how Ma$e 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 on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
a yankee fitted, still throw 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 manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit a ruger
you spit crap like a rookie dice
snake eyes to the
nigga im grand
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 on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, fucka i been a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
thats worse than me lyin olivia was a man
ya XXL look like makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
i empty a full clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your verse on my album
now.. i sayin that 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 wack ass music
you got the west on your you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they play
what the hell made you think you could fuck wit the
yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
you and your uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a whole in your chest.. the size of a
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 i cant wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his