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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga sound like chunk off the
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor fifty you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on records but won't bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
ill whoop your ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli nigga
and i aint wanna to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
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 like 10
i wore this G-unot shirt to m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter
and now i put the kids to bed
i you a story about a spider caught in his web
williams, a well known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this brother tell more than you
so ima break it down like an ounce of
i met this nigga spider at video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he 'this nigga think he better than 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 named me the fuckin child
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin around my hood, get doggy style
i ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya burn in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
take a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats 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 know you love me
you always talkin' how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Loc's around
got me fucked up wit g-unit crips
tryna run game on me you bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
keep these rap in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
like NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul fronts
nigga my flow sit back while i do this
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap like a dice shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
ass nigga, fifty 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 he'll claim any set
give him a dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me lyin sayin was a man
ya XXL cover look like makin of the
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint that you dope nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i he dont 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
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 when the 38 blow
a whole in your 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
your chest, show the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast niggaz
the city is mine, left it to me in his will