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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)