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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
on records but nigga won't 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 play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so why didnt u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since passed nigga
and i wanna have to do this shit
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i wore G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga tell more than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga at Alliyah 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 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 my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul burn in on the anniversery to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman
wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
take a ride Nigga 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 music up.. thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear screamin
i had to throw her off so i start
I you dont love me
you the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I know you don't me
you scream and holla when Loc's around
got me fucked up wit g-unit crips
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap in check like a pair of dunks
who can like i do?
like NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any like paul wall fronts
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 dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em somethin' grand
created g-unot, 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 him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i bangin 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 worse than me lyin sayin was a man
ya XXL look like 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 i pull quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit your verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he be listein to that wack ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the niggaz push mute when they play madden
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle 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
till the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, show the world what you of
my dick hard i cant wait the day come
when i can put the on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west niggaz chill
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will