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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 crip? not a in LA
bang on records but nigga won't in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my so he runnin with buck
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so hard why u put out that song about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in belly ass
ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna to do this shit
id rather be at listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, 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 i put the kids to bed
i tell you a about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well known
not cause he put in work, cause his a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, nigga brother tell more than you
so ima break it down an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said nigga think he better than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up game copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin problem
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy
i pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
black bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima you do what it do
lets a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby thats comin the speakers
she said i trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I know you love me
you aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always talkin' bout how get down
I know you don't me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run game on me you punk
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?
rock a yankee fitted, still throw up
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any like paul wall fronts
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
me manuever threw cedar 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 somethin' grand
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he kick me out the group nigga i
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
give him a 1000 hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like makin of the
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that wack ass
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz mute when they play madden
what the hell made you you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your uncle
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 when the 38 blow
leave a whole in chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
till the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the world you made of
my dick hard i wait till the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will