240 Bars (Spider Joke)

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Here the break down, Spider Loc is a joke Nigga 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 nigga won't bang in L.A Why the fuck you wake me up?, nigga I'm tired You a busta, so I'ma light your ass on fire Nigga want my spot so he runnin' wit Buck Keep tryna play The Game and you gon' get fucked I heard diss after diss, lil nigga 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 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 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, 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 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 nigga's brother tell more than you So I'ma break it down like an ounce of glue I met the nigga Spider at Aaliyah video shoot True, true, he had on no blue DMX start laughin', 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 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 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 Nigga, 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, nigga, I left Spider, you want my spot? Nigga, clean up my mess Dirty ass nigga, 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 nigga 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, nigga But you better than Spider Loc, nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas, chill, the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will [Outro: G Magic]