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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a
went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit
whats a crip? not a gang 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 The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss diss, lil nigga 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 u put out that song about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed
and i aint have to do this shit
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace nigga suck my dick
your flow is budweiser, mines is
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now watch me put my chest out like 10
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story about a caught in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother tell more you
so ima break it down like an of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah video
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 soakin up tryna copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul burn in on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
name 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 ride ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear screamin
turn the up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I you dont love me
you the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me up wit them g-unit crips
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
like NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul wall
nigga my flow foolish sit back while i do
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit a ruger
you spit crap like a rookie dice
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
em somethin' grand nubian
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group 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 for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand...
thats than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL look like makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i a full clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
yayo you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin that you nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that wack ass
you got the west on your you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they play
what the hell made you think you could wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a whole in your chest.. the size of a
we can do it you say so
wait till the on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the what you made of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the city is mine, left it to me in his will