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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a fifty gave you a script
from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he runnin with
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard 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 why didnt u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
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 have to do shit
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta suck my dick
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my chest out like 10
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 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 belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima break it down like an of glue
i met nigga spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he better you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up game tryna my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked style
i pull ya ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima 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 up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I know you dont me
you the same when 50 Cent's in town
I you dont love me
you talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I know you don't me
you scream and when Spider Loc's around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
know that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i in any hood like paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
snake eyes to the
im grand pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the nigga i left
spider, you want my nigga? clean up my mess
ass nigga, fifty give 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 he'll 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, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
i empty a full clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u spit your hottest verse on my
now.. i aint sayin that you nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the 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 you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll you 5 shots when the 38 blow
a whole in your 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 what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait till the day
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont on my dead homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his