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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound like chunk off the
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a fifty gave you a script
from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit 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
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i wanna have to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be 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 st-st-stutter
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story about a spider in his web
williams, a well known crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga tell more than you
so ima break it down an ounce 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
this nigga up game tryna copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX me the fuckin 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 in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman
black bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride ima make 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 thats comin the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I know you love me
you aint the same when 50 in town
I know you dont me
you talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I know you love me
you scream and holla Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them g-unit
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can like i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still throw up
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my flow sit back while i do this
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap like a rookie shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im pooba
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 clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, give him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
give him a 1000 dollars 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 shots for the like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i pull
till i a full clip
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 aint sayin that you nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i he dont be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz mute when they play madden
what the hell made you think you fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the fuck 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 lakers on the road, it out at the staples
your chest, show 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 niggaz chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will