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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a
went from runnin the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit 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 light yo ass on
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 third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed
and i aint wanna to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the 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 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 that i put the to bed
i tell you a story a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well known
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother 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 think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up game copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the fuckin problem
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
black bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima make room in the
put the shovel in the truck, you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear screamin
turn the music up.. baby 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 aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you always talkin' bout how get down
I know you don't me
you and holla when Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
a yankee fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my flow foolish sit back i do this
watch me manuever threw block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em grand nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my
dirty ass nigga, give him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i been for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
give him a 1000 hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
say its bullshit till i pull quick
till i a full clip
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 sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that wack ass
you got the west on your back? you a lyin
you the reason niggaz push mute when they play
what the hell made you think you could fuck wit the
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
my advice and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
a whole in your chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the lakers on the road, it out at the staples
open your chest, the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will