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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a crip
whats a crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga won't in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
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
yo baby 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 song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a
you a myspace gangsta nigga my dick
your flow is budweiser, is crystale
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,
you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont 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 well crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima break it down like an of glue
i met this nigga spider at video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up game tryna copy my
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 pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima room in the coupe
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
bitch in the side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby comin from the speakers
she i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I you dont love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me fucked up wit them g-unit
tryna run game on me you bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still throw up
rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the
i shine in any like paul wall fronts
my flow foolish sit back while i do this
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap like a dice shooter
snake eyes to the
im grand pooba
gave em grand nubian
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, fifty give him a
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas 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 like makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
i empty a full clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i aint sayin that you nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he use him
i know he be listein to that wack ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push when they play madden
what the 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 your Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 when the 38 blow
leave a whole in your chest.. the of a bagel
we can do it you say so
till the lakers 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 rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will