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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a in LA
bang on records but nigga 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
keep tryna play The Game, and u get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil you suck
yo baby 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 that song Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since passed nigga
and i aint wanna 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 gangsta nigga suck my
your flow is budweiser, is crystale
put the on ice he gon be there for a while
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i this G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now i put the kids to bed
i you a story 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 ounce of
i met nigga spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga soakin up game copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin problem
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you crip, used to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you fuck 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, you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats from the speakers
she i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I you dont love me
you aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get
I know you love me
you scream and holla when Spider Loc's
got me up wit them g-unit crips
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
prodigy that i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can like i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back while i do
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit a ruger
you spit like a rookie dice shooter
snake to the loser
im grand pooba
gave em grand nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group nigga i
spider, you want my spot nigga? up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i been for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim any set
him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i pull
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your hottest on my album
now.. i aint that you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i he dont be listein to that wack ass music
you got the west on your you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they play
what the made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
take my and lay low
you and your uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a in your chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the on the road, shoot 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, dont speak on my dead
all you new west coast niggaz
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will