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hear the break
loc is a joke
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a actor 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 won't in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my so he runnin with buck
keep play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out song about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get swiss cheesed up, ol' ass nigga
t.boz in ass nigga
ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do this
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
flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the on ice he gon be there 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 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 spider in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not cause he put in work, cause his a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this brother tell 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 better you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
nigga soakin up game tryna copy my style
gave him a hundred bars, all he did was
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your name marvel, all you need now is a suit
wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima make you do it do
lets take a Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she somebody screamin
turn the up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear somebody
i had to her off so i start singin
I know you dont me
you aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I you dont love me
you always bout how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Spider Loc's
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 niggaz in check a pair of dunks
who can flip i do?
like 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 sit back while i do this
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit a ruger
you spit crap like a rookie dice
snake to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em grand 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 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL look like makin of the band
you mad, cause i got my own
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i quick
till i empty a clip
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin that you nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he dont be to that wack ass music
you got the west on back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they madden
what the 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 your Yayo
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 lakers on the road, shoot it out at the
open your chest, the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant till the day come
when i can put the on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new west coast niggaz
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will