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hear the down
loc is a joke
nigga sound chunk off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor gave you a script
went from runnin the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on records but won't bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
want my spot so he runnin with buck
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil you suck
like yo 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 song about Suge
trapped in the closet, R. ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
your flow is budweiser, mines is
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now me put my chest out like 10 og's
i this G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
im mutha 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 about a spider caught 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 brother more than you
so ima break it like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga spider at Alliyah shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
nigga soakin up game tryna copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
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 ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya burn in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, used to be a
name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow baby, ima make you do what it do
take a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, you in there too
bitch in the side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby comin from the speakers
she said i trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I know you dont me
you aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I you dont love me
you talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I know you love me
you scream and when Spider Loc's 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 rap niggaz in check like a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
spit like NaS
rock a yankee fitted, throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i in any hood like paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit while i do this
watch me threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
snake to the loser
nigga im pooba
em somethin' grand nubian
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? 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 he'll claim any set
give him a dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats worse than me lyin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take for the game like NJ do
say its bullshit till i pull quick
till i a full clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony you old ass coward
you 36 and u spit hottest verse on my album
now.. i sayin that you dope nigga..
but you better than 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 back? you a bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they madden
the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the outta san diego
i'll give you 5 when the 38 blow
leave a whole in chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the lakers on the road, it out at the staples
open your chest, show the world you made of
my dick hard i cant wait till the day
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new west coast niggaz
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will