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hear the down
spider loc is a
nigga sound like chunk off the
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor fifty you a script
went from runnin with the to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
on records 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 The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill your ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at home listeing to the diss
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 wore 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 a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
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 'this nigga think he better 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 back to the future, you got a 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, used to be a
name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make 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 up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I you dont love me
you aint the same when 50 in town
I you dont love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and when Spider Loc's around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in like a pair 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 in any hood like paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back i do this
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you spit crap like a rookie shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im pooba
gave em grand nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he kick me out the group nigga i
spider, you want my nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been bangin for 10 years, fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
thats worse than me lyin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga take shots for the game NJ do
say its bullshit till i pull quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i aint that you dope nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he use him
i know he dont be listein to that ass music
you got the west on your back? you a lyin
you the reason niggaz push mute when play madden
what the hell you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
you and your uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
give you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a whole in your chest.. the size of a
we can do it you say so
wait the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, 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 coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will