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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a 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 ... nigga im
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil you suck
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song Suge
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 Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint have to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i this G-unot shirt 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 story about a caught in his web
williams, a well known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this brother tell more than you
so ima break it down like an of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah video
true, true, he had on no
dmx laughin he said 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga up game tryna copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the problem child
now to the future, you got a problem now
around my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you crip, used to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman
black wallstreet bitch you cant wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima you do what it do
lets take a Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, you in there too
bitch in the side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby 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 aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I you dont love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I know you don't me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can like i do?
like NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still throw up
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever threw block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap a rookie dice shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' grand
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you want my nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover like makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the game NJ do
some say its bullshit till i pull
till i a full clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest verse on my
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he dont be listein to wack ass music
you got the west on back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they play
what the hell you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and your uncle
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
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 your chest, the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will