[Intro: Spider Loc]
Heh
Ay Banks, ha, ha haa
What up my n***a
He's a Bitch Boy
Let me tell you 'bout the Bitch Boy
And he got another Bitch Boy

[Verse 1]
This bitch boy can not see me
Listen to the way I rhyme (Haaaa)
In the streets I got that easy (It's the Unit)
This West Coast
Is mine (Gorilla)
I got a hundred young n***as wit me hollerin' 2 c's
Wack and Pooh rider, them my n***as from 2 p's
I smashed in the 90's and I runnin' 2 g's
You ain't a gangbanger so you run in wit 2 tees
Your hurricane stompin' with the flame bandana
In Compton they say you used to claim Santana (You know that)
You gave that up, and really start trippin', ayo Doja could you tell me, what made you start strippin'?
And did Change Of Heart, and now it's Piru
On the DVD talkin' like the downest Damu
But Doja, you know as well as I do
The truth is the story that you tell is not true (You lyin')
Doja been Game for the last few years
Tried to go from tongue rings to them tattooed tears (Square ass n***a)
Stop the frontin', you ain't wit the funken at all
You really ain't into nuttin' more than dunkin' a ball
(97 Street, Eastside, East cost)
Rev Riders Red Rags
Everybody knowin' you a nobody that sound like ery'body flowin'
Ain't got no background you talk about TV
If it ain't about 2Pac, it's all about Eazy
If it ain't about Eazy, it's all about Fif and the Unit, I wonder who's listenin' to it (Bustas)
Jumped on Dre dick, ain't do nuttin' to Yukmouth
Memphis Bleek or Joe Budden

I come to the conclusion you got to be special or retarded
How the fuck you get me started
But a war with the Loc, you don't wanna try that
You steady goin' broke and gettin' butterfly tats
When Fosen died you lost ya G side
And I just spoke with G Malone and G Ride
They said no bullshit, it's on fo' real
You get popped, if you try to pop up on Brazil

Oh where I'm from, that's just how the politics go
I got a boss from New York that know how to get dough
I'm a Loc from L.A. that know how to kick flow
In big blue diamonds look how my shit glow
You don't know (Spider Loc)
Where I'm from (G-Unit)
You don't know (Gangbangers), where you from (Eastside)
[Interlude: The Game]
G-Unit is your modern day...N.W.A, you know I'm sayin'? you gotta group of n***as
You got Yayo, you know I'm sayin'? he home now
You got Banks, he "Mixtape Artist Of The Year", he killin' everything out there
And you got Buck, the wild n***a from the South
[?] lyr, you know what I'm sayin'? he lyrical, like this n***a's amazing, this n***a Young Buck n***as

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
They say God bless the child that can hold his own (Fo sho)
And he who is loyal, always live long (Yeah)
A real hood n***a gets money and gives back
So when I got money bitch I did just that (Ooooh!)
I put packs in the hands of the dope man (Yeaaahhhh!)
Put gats in the hands of my old friends
Listen when I tell ya, I didn't even really know Game
When I said his name, on Poppin' Them Thangs
Yeah, I got on all blue, that's how I do (Whas up)
Tomorrow it's all red, the bloods love me too, I'm true
And every n***a 'round me knew it but you
Only hard when you 'round ya boys
I knew, when 50 gave you your first watch, wrote you your first verse, bought you your first drop, we ain't really need ya (Nahhhh!)
Homie you know I'ma see ya
Don't never bite the hand that feed ya, ya bitch n***a

[Interlude]
The Game: And then you got 50
This n***a killed the whole record by they self
Been the first time in rap history that some shit been done like that, this n***a did it
50 Cent: N***as in my hood can't believe this shit, man, they see me, they see me they be like God (God) damn (Damn)
Haha (Haha)
Young Buck: They wonder why I say I keep the Crystal cold, n***a, it's not a game n***a
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Now if it's beef, go ahead, let the war start (N***a!)
Do what you do best, have a change of heart (Yeaaahhhh)
You a man with breasts, similar to a broad
You disrespected the West when they find out who you are, do ya thug thang
Spit ya 300 Bars but me and Banks garage makes up 300 cars (Aiiiight)
You not a solder homeboy, you come from a strip club
Your name was Doja, I can show you the pictures, blood
The Game is over, n***a change ya clothes (Bitch!)
Look at cha, ya actin' like them video hoes
And I was on the phone when Spider Loc called ya
Ya punk ass said you ain't want no problem
Tried to diss Memph Bleek (Yeah), throw lines at Jay (Yeah)
Had that ass apologizing the very next day (Ha haaa)
Damn right radio gon' play my shit (Aiiight)
I wonder what Dre gon' say 'bout this
Game over

[Interlude]
Young Buck: This shit crazy...Ayo listen to this n***a, man!

The Game: This shit is workin' out perfectly, you know I'm sayin'

50 Cent: Compton and New York, to motherfuckin' Nashville

Lloyd Bank$: Yea

The Game: I don't think the 50 had it, you know I'm sayin'? then planned it that way to have a n***a from the East
And Bank$, and Yayo, have n***a from the South, and Buck, and have a n***a from the West

[Verse 4: Spider Loc]
Now I don' seen that tough talk and swell to violence (Say my name!)
And that's why, for so long (Ha ha), I don' held my silence
But I'm from EC G-Unit, I bangs the gang (N***a)
And it's needless to say, that I slangs them thangs
I got love for the West (Westside) and I'm ashamed of Game
And not because his album was full of famous names
See I'm everything he wishin' he was, but he's nothin' like me
Can't you tell from all that dissin' he does?, it be all about publicity buzz 'cause when they meet at the club, he be all about the kisses and hugs
He threatened Yukmouth but Loc, you ain't touch him one time when you seen him
And Joe Buddens was only punch lines (I gets down)
Out here we gangbang, known for heatin' up gats, that's that
Not on the stage beatin' up rats
I don't hate him, it's just hard to understand a n***a
That 'pose to represent the riders but he ran from Jigga

[Interlude: The Game & 50 Cent]
The Game: [?] (G-G) next we [?] [?] GameTV up next (G-G), we got uh...we got [?] (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!) he's from QC, G-Unit's in tha house
I'm never would'a thought that I be in these videos and gettin' down with' n***as like 50 and, you know I'm sayin'
Shakin' hands with these n***as that, that I consider to be legends, you know I'm sayin'? Like
This shit is just a dream come true, man

The Game sample: I never take shots, at legends, I just, that's just something I don't do. [echoes]

[Spider Loc:] Hahahaha!
[Young Buck:] Hey yo man
[Spider Loc:] What up Buck, Cuz?
[Young Buck:] Ay man, this shit crazy
[Spider Loc:] Lil clown-ass n***as, man
[Young Buck:] It is what it is
[Spider Loc:] Say my name n***a, ha ha
[Young Buck:] Ay homeboy know what it is
[Spider Loc:] G-Unit Crip, Spider Loc
[Young Buck:] Young Buck, Holla n***a
[Spider Loc:] Haha

[Verse 5: Spider Loc]
Catch me in the Yukon hittin' on fire
Pushin' up century, gettin' head from Mýa
And I don't really wanna let the tech speak so Bitch Boy, check your technique
And while your at that check the streets good
The Eastside Riders don't fuck with Eastwood
You just a bad look for the Dymus, tight drawers saggin', hatin' in high school
G-Unit! On the plaque of the lowrider
Da rats in the hood holla "Go Spidah!"
I'm from the most gang and I flow tighter, take back the Bentleys, go get a ghost rider (Ha haaaa)
Jayceon callin' for peace
He said it his self, you should call the police
If you ever see the G-Unit Crips, I'mma EC banger with G-Unit chips, heh
I could tell that you hate it a lot but I'mma stay on top, if ya hate it or not