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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit
whats a crip? not a gang in LA
bang on but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... nigga im
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he with buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in your own
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
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 aint wanna have to do this
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my chest out 10 og's
i this 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 spider in his web
williams, a well known crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother tell more you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up game tryna my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the fuckin problem
now back to the future, you got a now
around my hood, get fucked doggy style
i ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima you do what it do
lets take a ride 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.. baby 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 talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I know you love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me fucked up wit them crips
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i aint a
keep these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, throw up piru?
a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx
i in any hood like paul wall fronts
my flow foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw block, and end up in hoover
i spit a ruger
you spit crap like a rookie shooter
snake eyes to the
im grand pooba
gave em grand nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you want my spot clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, give 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
worse 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 bullshit till i quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he use him
i know he dont be to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a bastard
you the niggaz push mute when they play madden
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
i'll give you 5 when the 38 blow
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 hard i cant till the day come
when i can put the on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will