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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 to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a 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 tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
ill whoop your ass in your own hood
you so why didnt u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna 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 my dick
your flow is budweiser, mines is
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my chest out 10 og's
i wore this G-unot shirt to m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this 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 a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga up game tryna copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya ass out them g-unit sneakers
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 bitch you cant 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
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
turn the music up.. baby thats comin from the
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 always talkin' how Ma$e get down
I know you love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me fucked up wit g-unit crips
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a of dunks
who can flip i do?
like NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my flow foolish sit back i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit a ruger
you spit like a rookie dice shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im grand
gave em grand nubian
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 contract on the
i been bangin for 10 years, fucka i been a vet
for 500 he'll 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 for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit hottest verse on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he dont be listein to wack ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason push mute when they play madden
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 Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a whole in your chest.. the size of a
we can do it you say so
wait till the on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the what you made of
my dick hard i cant till the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my dead
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his