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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 fifty gave you a script
went runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
bang on but nigga won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he runnin buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get
i diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna to do this shit
id rather be at listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, mines is
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
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 st-st-stutter
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a caught in his web
marvel williams, a well known
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother tell than you
so ima break it like an ounce of glue
i met nigga spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start he said 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up game tryna copy my
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a 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 to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant wit my crew
my flow baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima make room in the
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby thats comin the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you dont me
you aint the same when 50 Cent's in
I know you dont me
you talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a of dunks
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 foolish sit back while i do this
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit a ruger
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' grand
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group 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 for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
thats worse than me lyin sayin was a man
ya XXL cover look makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga take for the game like NJ do
say its bullshit till i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u spit your verse on my album
now.. i aint that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on back? you a lyin bastard
you the niggaz push mute when they play madden
what the hell made you think you could wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your uncle
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 shots the 38 blow
leave a whole in chest.. the size 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 hard i cant wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will