hit a break down

spider loc is a joke

nigga sound like chunk off the goonies

ya life is a movie

you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script

went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip

whats a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA

bang on records but nigga won't bang in LA

why the fuck you wake me up ... nigga im tired

you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on Fire

nigga want my spot so he runnin with buck

keep tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked

i heard diss after diss, lil nigga you suck

like yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck

naw-vail ill whoop your ass in your own hood

you so hard why didnt u put out that song about Shook

trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga

get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga

t.boz in belly ass nigga

better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed nigga

and i aint wanna have to do this shit

id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss

Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a bitch'

you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my dick

your flow is budweiser, mines is crystal

put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a while

now watch me put my chest out like 10 og's

i wore this G-unot shirt to show m.o.p

im gutter mutha fucka, 

tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka

and now that i put the kids to bed

i tell you a story about a spider caught in his web

marvel williams, a well known crip

not cause he put in work, cause his brother a snitch

he belong in g-unit, ima tell you the truth

fifty, this nigga brother tell more than you

so ima break it down like an ounce of glue

i met this nigga spider at Alliyah video shoot

true, true, he had on no blue

dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he better than you'

so i kicked a freestyle, and in the meanwhile

this nigga soakin up game tryna copy my style

gave him a hundred bars, all he did was smile

and DMX named me the fuckin problem child

now back to the future, you got a problem now

snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy style

i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers

and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'

you g-unit crip, used to be a piru

your name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit

black wallstreet bitch you cant fuck wit my crew

my flow blind baby, ima make you do what it do

lets take a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe

put the shovel in the truck, throw you in there too

bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin

turn the music up.. baby thats comin from the speakers

she said i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin

i had to throw her off so i start singin



I know you dont love me

you aint the same when 50 Cent's in town

I know you dont love me

you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get down

I know you don't love me

you scream and holla when Spider Loc's around

got me fucked up wit them g-unit crips

tryna run game on me you punk bitch



get yo ass in the trunk

prodigy know that i aint a punk

keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of ducks

who can flip like i do?

spit like NaS too?

rock a yankee fitted, still throw up piru?

rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx

i shine in any hood like paul wall fronts

nigga my flow foolish sit back while i do this

watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover

i spit like a ruger

you spit crap like a rookie dice shooter

snake eyes to the loser

nigga im grand pooba

gave em somethin' grand nubian

created g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and

say he kick me out the group nigga i left

spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my mess

dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a check

and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the internet

i been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet

for 500 dollas he'll claim any set

give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn

thats worse than me lyin sayin olivia was a man

ya XXL cover look like makin of the band

you mad, cause i got my own shoe

and my nigga take shots for the game like MJ do

some say its bullshit till i pull quick

till i empty a full clip

get on the horn, meet me in the bullpit

tony yayo you old ass coward

you 36 and u spit your hottest verse on my album

now.. i aint sayin that you dope nigga..

but you better than spider loc Nigga...

fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him

i know he dont be listein to that wack ass music

you got the west on your back? you a lyin bastard

you the reason niggaz push mute when they play madden

what the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game

when yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's chain

take my advice and lay low

heard you and your uncle Yayo

got ran the fuck outta san diego

i'll give you 5 shots when the 38 blow

leave a whole in your chest.. the size of a bagel

we can do it when you say so

wait till the lakers on the roll, shoot it out at the staples

open your chest, show the world what you made of

my dick hard i cant wait till the day come

when i can put the infared on him

let billboard rest, dont speak on my dead homie

all you new west coast niggaz chill

the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will