[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Here the break down, Spider Loc is a joke
N***a sound like chunk off the goonies, ya life is a movie
You ain't a factor you a actor, 50 gave you a script
Went from runnin' with the bloods to a G-Unit Crip
What's a G-Unit Crip? Not a gang in L.A
Bang on records but n***a won't bang in L.A
Why the fuck you wake me up?, n***a I'm tired
You a busta, so I'ma light your ass on fire
N***a want my spot so he runnin' wit Buck
Keep tryna play The Game and you gon' get fucked
I heard diss after diss, lil n***a you suck
Like your baby mama in the third row of my truck
Norvell, I'll whoop your ass in your own hood
You so hard, why you ain't put out that song about Suge?
Trapped in the closet, R. Kelly-ass n***a
Get swiss-cheesed up, ol' deli-ass n***a
T.boz in Belly-ass n***a
Better ask around, I been the truth since Makaveli passed, n***a
And I ain't wanna have to do this shit
I rather be at home listening to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best "a bitch is a bitch"
You a MySpace gangsta, n***a 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
I'm gutter, muthafucka
Tell you "Fuck you" to 50 face and won't 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, I'ma tell you the truth
50 this n***a's brother tell more than you
So I'ma break it down like an ounce of glue
I met the n***a Spider at Aaliyah video shoot
True, true, he had on no blue
DMX start laughin', said "this n***a think he better than you"
So I kicked a freestyle, and in the meanwhile this n***a soakin' up game tryna copy my style
Gave him a hunnid bars, all he did was smile
And DMX name me the fuckin' problem child
Now back to the future, you got a problem now, snoopin' around my hood, get fucked doggy style
I'll pull your faggot ass out them G-Unit sneakers and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversary to Ether
You G-Unit Crip, used to be a Piru, your name Marvel, all you need now is a Spider-Man suit
Black Wall Street, bitch, you can't fuck wit my crew
My flow blind, baby, I'ma make you do what it do
Let's take a ride n***a I'ma make room in the coupe
Put the shovel in the truck, throw you in it too
Bitch in the passenger side say she hear somebody screamin'
Turn the music up
Baby, that's comin' from the speakers
She said "I ain't trippin', I hear somebody screamin'"
Had to throw her off so I start singin'
[Chorus]
I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you don't 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

[Verse 2]
Get yo ass in the trunk
Prodigy know that I ain't a punk
Keep these rap n***as 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
N***a, my flow foolish, sit back while I do this and watch me maneuver through 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
N***a, I'm Grand Puba
Gave 'em somethin' grand Nubian, created G-Unot, 50 tried to sue me and
Say he kicked me out the group, n***a, I left
Spider, you want my spot? N***a, clean up my mess
Dirty ass n***a, 50 give him a check
And if you sign, put your contract on the internet
I been bangin' for 10 years, motherfucker, I been a vet
For 500 dollars he'll claim any set
Give him a 1000 dollars, he'll tat it on his hand, damn
That's worse than me lyin' sayin' Olivia was a man
Ya double XL cover look like "Makin' of the band"
You mad, 'cause I got my own shoe?
And my n***a take shots for The Game like MJ do?
Some say it's bullshit 'till I pull quick, empty a full clip
Get on the horn, tell him "Meet me in the bullpit"
Tony Yayo, you old ass coward, 36 and you spit your hottest verse on my album, now, I ain't sayin' that you dope, n***a
But you better than Spider Loc, n***a
50 saw the opportunity and thought he could use him
I know he don't be listenin' to that wack-ass music
You got The West on your back? You a lyin' bastard
You the reason n***as push mute when they play Madden
What the hell made you think you could fuck with The Game
When ya claim to fame was Yukmouth chain?
Take my advice and lay low
Heard you and your uncle Yayo got ran the fuck outta San Diego
I give you five shots when the 38 blow
Leave a hole in your chest the size of a bagel
We can do it when you say so
Wait 'till the Lakers on the road, shoot it out at the Staples
Open your chest, show the world what you made of, my dick hard, I can't wait 'till the day come
When I can put the infrared on him
Let Billboard rest, don't speak on my dead homie
All you new West Coast n***as, chill, the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will
[Outro: G Magic]