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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor gave you a script
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 fuck you me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do this
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the on ice he gon be there for a while
now watch me put my chest out 10 og's
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a about a spider caught in his web
williams, a well known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this brother tell more than you
so ima break it down like an ounce of
i met this nigga spider at video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga he better than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
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
snoopin around my hood, get fucked style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima 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.. thats comin from the speakers
she said i trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you love me
you aint the same when 50 Cent's in
I you dont love me
you always talkin' bout how get down
I know you don't 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 know i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can like i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood paul wall fronts
nigga my flow sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit like a
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
snake to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
ass nigga, fifty give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
give him a 1000 dollars 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, cause i got my own
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i aint sayin that you 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 west on your back? you a bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they madden
what the made you think you could fuck wit the game
yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
give you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a whole in your chest.. the of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open chest, show the world what you made of
my dick hard i wait till the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my dead
all you new coast niggaz chill
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will