Spider Loc

[shot]
[scratches]
[Interlude:]
People do say Im Cocky.
Some say I need to good weapons; some say... I talk too much, but...
Anything that I say: "Im volumin back-up! "
[Intro:]
G-UUUUUNIT!
Gangbangeeeeers!
Alchemist!
The S-P-I! Yeah!
Thats what I do! YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHH!
HAAAAAAH! (Haahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!)
[Verse 1:]
You tryna act like me, but not quit me my coin, (QUIT MY COIN!)
And you gon fuck my bitch, but dont quit my rhyme!
Its just my time! You cant fight my shine!
I talk better bout you an you like my lines! (THATS IT!)
You sound like the type to be round this bitch! (niggaa!)
I sound like the champion, wanna find this nitch!
And you dont gonna win that shit, just lose yo fans!
And if even worste make outta town; to yo few of Lambs! (niggaa!)
I know the West on my shoulders, so wraist my back, (GRRR!)
Puts in the lies to can self Loc fakes to fact!
I tryna find new places to place of plaques,
It dont do it another record, why waist the wacks? (G-UUNIT!)
You are not a Piru! You are not a B.G.!
You just love Hip-Hop and watched a lot of TV!
The ex-West on my mind and itll laid me mouth,
I heard you "300 Bars", and it made me mad! (Haahahahahahahahaaaaahhh!)
You did another diss song, and aint said me yet,
Must be have a flashbacks for they be mad! (Uh-huh!)
Til next still be man, but you aint forget:
"Tell me what the low kids if aint the shit? " (niggaa!)
Under the hold gon top - I can see you hot!
Its just G-Unit Crip (G-UUUNIT!) and that G-Unot!
Lets get work mo thing, clear the day,
"You aint bring the West back", you just clear my way! (YO!)
Open Youkmouth show! You know the S the psych,
Hand back, sold the world to be lession lie!
You aint a gangbang nigga, yousa Compton dones
Yo whole album aint dog to say: "POP-YUM ONE! " (nigga!)
Niggas I hear, know - yousa facing actor
Hit you quit, tryna act like Big Fase a factor!
Dont know, if you ever claim Crip or not!
But ever dance, want naked on a stripper spot!
When they say so - and yo polish is a lay-low
Just its a Piracle of the key globe.
Play basketball, you dont bang with Bloods!
You a thug like Eastwood and hangin clubs!
[Outro:]
Yall niggas know, how they feelin about him!
Nowhere nigga!
Matter fact, Eastwood know where the fuck is you from nigga!
BlackWall Street I guess...
Haha-ha!
Original... M-O-B!
So you just jump in that Pi-Piru on tha window!
Im the sayin...
Jayceon... Doja!
Stop it Cause! [echoes] [beat stops]
[ G-unot Killa Lyrics ]