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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound like chunk off the
ya life is a
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil you suck
like yo mama, in the third row of my truck
ill whoop your ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song Suge
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
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 listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a
you a myspace gangsta nigga 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 this G-unot shirt to m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont 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 a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this nigga tell 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 he said 'this nigga think he better than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
nigga soakin up game tryna copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the fuckin problem
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 soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your 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
lets take a Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
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 singin
I know you love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always talkin' bout how get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when 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 that i aint a
keep these rap niggaz in like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my foolish 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 rookie dice
snake to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group nigga i
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 been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
him a 1000 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 take for the game like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i empty a full
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 sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i he dont be listein to that wack ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz mute when they play madden
what the hell 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 shots the 38 blow
leave a whole in your chest.. the of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the lakers on the road, it out at the staples
open your chest, show the world you made of
my dick hard i wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, speak on my dead homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will