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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor fifty you a script
went runnin with the bloods 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 my spot so he runnin with buck
tryna play 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
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 cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed
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 nigga my dick
your flow is budweiser, is crystale
put the on ice he gon be there for a while
now watch me put my chest out 10 og's
i wore G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i you a story about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well known
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 like an ounce of glue
i met this spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up game tryna copy my
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a now
around my hood, get fucked doggy 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, 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 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
in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats comin from the
she i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I know you love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get
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
these rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit a ruger
you spit crap like a rookie dice
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 nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my
dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
thats than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like makin of the
you mad, cause i got my own
and my nigga shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit i pull quick
i empty a full clip
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 better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he use him
i know he be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a lyin
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
take my and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the fuck outta san
i'll you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a whole in chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open chest, show 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, dont speak on my homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will