240 Bars (Spider Joke)

Verse 1 (The Game):
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, Fifty 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'mma light your ass on fire
Nigga want my spot so he runnin with Buck
Keep tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
I heard diss after diss, lil nigga, you suck
Like yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck
Norvell, I'll whoop your ass in your own hood
You so hard why didn't u 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'd 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 Fifty 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, but 'cause his brother a snitch
He belong in G-Unit, I'mma tell you the truth
Fifty, this nigga's brother tell more than you
So I'mma break it down like an ounce of glue
I met this nigga Spider at Aaliyah video shoot
True, true, he had on no blue
DMX start laughin', he 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 hundred bars, all he did was smile
And DMX named me the fuckin' problem child
Now back to the future, you got a problem now
Snoopin' around my hood, get fucked doggy style
I pull ya faggot ass outta 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'mma make you do what it do
Lets take a ride Nigga I'mma make room in the coupe
Put the shovel in the truck, throw you in there 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'"
I 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 (The Game):
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
Then watch me manuever
Threw 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, Fifty 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, Fifty give him a check
And if you sign, nigga, put ya contract on the internet
I been bangin' for 10 years
Muthafucka, I been a vet
For 500 dollas 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 XXL cover look like "Making 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
You 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
Fifty 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 wit The Game
When ya claim to fame was Yukmouth's chain?
Take my advice and lay low
Heard you and your uncle Yayo
Got ran the fuck outta San Diego
I'll give you 5 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 infared 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