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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a
went from with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit crip? not a 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 want my spot so he with buck
tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you
yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in your own
you so hard why u put out that song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
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 it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a gangsta nigga suck my dick
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my chest out 10 og's
i this G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you fuck you to face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a well crip
not cause he put in work, cause his brother a
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga brother tell than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met this spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he better than
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga up game tryna copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima make room in the
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats comin the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I you dont love me
you aint the same when 50 Cent's in
I know you love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I know you don't me
you scream and holla when Spider around
got me fucked up wit g-unit crips
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i aint a
keep these rap niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
a yankee fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i in any hood like paul wall fronts
my flow foolish sit back while i do this
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i like a ruger
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
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 me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
i empty a full clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you better spider loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he 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 push mute they play madden
what the hell made you think you fuck wit the game
when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's
my advice and lay low
heard you and your uncle
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 when the 38 blow
leave a whole in your chest.. the 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 i cant wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will