lirik lagu g-unot killa – spider loc
[shot]
[scratches]
[interlude:]
people do say i’m c-cky.
some say i need to good weapons; some say… i talk too much, but…
anything that i say: “i’m volumin’ back-up! ”
[intro:]
g-uuuuunit!
g-ngb-ngeeeeers!
alchemist!
the s-p-i! yeah!
that’s 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’ f-ck my b-tch, but don’t quit my rhyme!
it’s just my time! you can’t fight my shine!
i talk better ’bout you an’ you like my lines! (that’s it!)
you sound like the type to be ’round this b-tch! (n-gg-a!)
i sound like the champion, wanna find this nitch!
and you don’t gonna win that sh-t, just lose yo’ fans!
and if even worste make outta town; to yo’ few of lambs! (n-gg-a!)
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 don’t 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 it’ll laid me mouth,
i heard you “300 bars”, and it made me mad! (haahahahahahahahaaaaahhh!)
you did another diss song, and ain’t said me yet,
must be have a flashbacks for they be mad! (uh-huh!)
’til next still be man, but you ain’t forget:
“tell me what the low kids if ain’t the sh-t? ” (n-gg-a!)
under the hold gon’ top – i can see you hot!
it’s just g-unit crip (g-uuunit!) and that g-unot!
let’s get work mo’ thing, clear the day,
“you ain’t 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 ain’t a g-ngb-ng n-gg-, you’sa compton dones
yo’ whole alb-m ain’t dog to say: “pop-yum one! ” (n-gg-!)
n-gg-s i hear, know – you’sa facing actor
hit you quit, tryna act like big fase a factor!
don’t 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 it’s a piracle of the key globe.
play basketball, you don’t bang with’ bloods!
you a thug like eastwood and hangin’ clubs!
[outro:]
y’all n-gg-s know, how they feelin’ about him!
nowhere n-gg-!
matter fact, eastwood know where the f-ck is you from n-gg-!
blackwall street i guess…
haha-ha!
original… m-o-b!
so you just jump in that pi-piru on tha window!
i’m the sayin’…
jayceon… doja!
stop it cause! [echoes] [beat stops]
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