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[Intro: Spider Loc] Bitch boyyyyyy, uh heh Body bags huh? Okay Make mine blue [50 Cent & Tony Yayo Sample] I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Haaa, ha, hahahaha haaaaa, ha, hahahaha haaaaa) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, hahahaha haaaaa, ha) [Verse 1: Spider Loc] Huuuuh, I know I said no more songs but you don' slipped on that thong again All on my long don, oh how long it's been W-w-s, that's how I spell pussy, gotta dush the w-s when I smell pussy I'ma drop a few bars and end all this brief, he on that chicken shit, I don't call this beef Far beneath me I'm a chief and a leader I can't beef with a diva that's beefin with Vida I got myself a gun that'll eat through the Ether You Eazy, you Cube? you ain't equal to either Make-believe Makavelli, you can play Pac but you bet not stop lookin' out for Jay Rock He threw you on a hook and received a lot of play, that's that Suge Knight shit, these hoes gotta pay This chest thought it wudn't? Cuzz my blood cousin, it's blood in, blood out even though cuzz bloodin Fuck a color cuzz I represent the true hogz, and I don' been all in the Nickerson's with Dude Dawg There's some bloods in the industry: Big Y, Big Bone, P Smurf, you less then a b dawg than Jim Jones Millennium gangbanger that's ya middle name You ain't claim blood no longer than Lil Wayne Tell you sumthin, I don't feel nuthin' fo you yees I woulda been got to bussin if it wasn't for 2 tee's On eastside, east coast, he gave Puto a pass, that's Babyloc Bounty hunter, who know the half It's the evil ass Cen Cen you know the staff Notorious 97 Street, you know the math Brand new, navy blue Chucks with the big lace On Brazil Holla ain't no game, that's for Big Fase If I'm lyin' let my dead homies come out the grave and bang on me A squabble and no thang homie, on me We can knuckle up and thump Or jump into some G shit, dumb and stump You ain't bangin' Stop claimin' the fame Say G Kee Way when you sayin' my name [50 Cent & Tony Yayo Sample] I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Haaa, ha, hahahaha haaaaa, ha, hahahaha haaaaa) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, hahahaha haaaaa, ha) [Verse 2: Spider Loc] You a disgrace to Compton, stop the hoe games Besides Sammy The Bull, tell me who droppin' more names? You tried, we can still tell they wings A drag queen will never be the L.A. king You can cover up the butterfly but that's just the top layer You been a square way before you got here Be original, say sumthin' nobody said And if it's murdaaa, then tell me why nobody dead? I spin a world wide web that'll do you danger You betta duck, run and hide from this YouTube banger You never catch The Loc goin' out like G-Ride runnin' I'm dumpin' sumthin', jumpin' out the G-Ride gunnin' You can't get me off your mind when you think of the real You Gill? bow down I'm the king of the hill While you in da strip cluuub, tryna sound like Fif I'm in da hood with black brass knuckles around my fist Jayceon from Compton but he ain't as complex as the ex con don, so he got a complex Spider Loc ain't Yukmouth, I'm not Budden, I ain't Young Buck either, I'm not budgin' This Wack Wall Killer, G-Unit Crip when I hit 'em up, anytime Anywhere, nigga we can get 'em up This is why I'm hot, you hit the flame with more gasoline Now watch no brain, fuck The Game with no Vaseline You remind me of Aaliyah, you love to go back and forth But off the track, don't nuttin' crack of course You was an orphan and pops misused you're organs Now you yell loud as an organ like you was important I'm in a Hemi, in enemy hood off Remy You ain't bring the West back, you blew the dust off Jimmy **Slurping Sound** Death before dishonor! **4 Shots Sound** Hahaaaa [Verse 3: Spider Loc] I don't hit kids but I'll slap me a bitch Magic lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Baby Spider a rider, the best of the great greats and Joey ain't easty like the rest of the eight eights I'm always on the eastside, it ain't hard to find me homie I'm on one in traffic ask ya tiny homie My hood on Avalon, my bitch got a Avalon, my artist is Bluedown Bigfoot from Avalon You're walkin' on the thinnest ice, that's gon' break I'ma show you what that menace like, that's on Snake 02 Tahoe, that's all you can think to say? I'm in a 07 rollin' to the bank 26 inches lookin like High Roller Doja bi-sexual and bi-polar That's yo bad, you fuckin' with a real Loc soldier I don't smoke stress but I will smoke Doja I told ya game ova, ha-ha-ha-haaaa Can't fuck with tha flamethrower nah-na-na-naaaa Beside my pistol I sleep with a pen and a pad The lyrics got no limit loc I live in the lab You shoot shot after shot but you keep on missin' I body bag a bitch boy, just keep on dissin' Them loose lips might even get ya mans killed I fuck's with D-Mac, I know you payin' The Mansfields Desperado, I got the best bravado, Young S the model for the whole west to follow Fat Joe can't fuck wit it, Nas don't want none I'm on one son and I promise I won't run I don't know Lakisha but I know Leanette She gives some bomb-ass head cuzz that's on tha set [50 Cent & Tony Yayo Sample] I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Haaa, ha, hahahaha haaaaa, ha, hahahaha haaaaa) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, hahahaha haaaaa, ha) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Haaa, ha, hahahaha haaaaa, ha, hahahaha haaaaa) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, hahahaha haaaaa, ha)