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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the to a g-unit crip
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga bang in LA
why the fuck you wake me up ... nigga im
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he runnin with
keep tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get
i heard diss diss, lil nigga you suck
yo baby 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 that song about
trapped in the closet, R. 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 wanna have to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
your flow is budweiser, is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my chest out like 10
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a caught in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not cause he put in work, his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the
fifty, this nigga brother tell than you
so ima break it down like an ounce of
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 a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up tryna copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the problem child
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy
i ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, to be a piru
your name marvel, all you now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet bitch you 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, you in there too
in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby thats comin the speakers
she said i aint trippin i somebody screamin
i had to her off so i start singin
I you dont love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I you dont love me
you always talkin' 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
run game on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i a punk
keep these rap in check like a pair of dunks
who can like i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, throw up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back i do this
watch me manuever cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit crap like a dice shooter
snake eyes to the
nigga im grand
gave em grand nubian
g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the nigga 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 bangin for 10 years, muhtha i been a vet
for 500 dollas claim 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 makin of the
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga shots for the game like NJ do
some say its till i pull quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, meet me in the
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...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he dont be to that wack ass music
you got the west on your back? you a bastard
you the reason push mute when they play madden
what the hell made you think you could wit the game
when yo claim to was Yukmouth's chain
take my and lay low
heard you and your uncle
got ran the fuck outta san
i'll you 5 shots when the 38 blow
a whole in your chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, the world what you made of
my hard i cant wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the city is mine, Eazy it to me in his will