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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a crip
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga bang in LA
why the fuck you me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my spot so he with buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out song about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli nigga
and i wanna have to do this shit
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace nigga suck my dick
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the on ice he gon be there 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 st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a spider in his web
marvel williams, a well crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, nigga brother tell more than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met this spider at Alliyah video 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 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
snoopin around my hood, get fucked style
i pull ya faggot ass out them sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima make you do it do
take a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I you dont love me
you aint the same when 50 Cent's in
I you dont love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Spider Loc's
got me fucked up wit them g-unit
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i aint a
these rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
like NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like wall fronts
nigga my flow sit back while i do this
watch me manuever cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap like a dice shooter
snake to the loser
nigga im pooba
em somethin' grand nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
worse than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL look like makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga take shots for the game NJ do
some say its bullshit till i pull
till i empty a full
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i know he dont be to that 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 made you think you fuck wit the game
when yo claim to was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a whole in your chest.. the of a bagel
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
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my dead
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will