Spider Loc - G-Unot Killa Lyrics

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[Interlude:]
People do say I'm Cocky.
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!
Gangbangeeeeers!
Alchemist!
The S-P-I! Yeah!
That's what I do! YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHH!
HAAAAAAH! (Haahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!)

[Verse 1:]
You tryna act like me, but not quite me my kind, (QUITE MY KIND!)
And you gon' f*ck my bitch, but don't quite 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 around this bitch!
I sound like the champ, when he found the snitch!
When you do that win shit you just lose yo' fans!
And if even worst make outta town; to yo' few of Lambs! (niggaa!)
I know the West on my shoulders, so I wraist my back, (GRRR!)
Puts in the lies to can self Loc fakes to fact!
I tryna find new places to place the 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 mad,
I heard you "300 Bars", and it made me laugh! (Haahahahahahahahaaaaahhh!)
You did another diss song, and ain't said me yet,
Must be having flashbacks for that day we met! (Uh-huh!)
DMX still remember and you ain't forget:
"Tell me what the low kids if it ain't the shit?" (niggaa!)
The underhog on 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!
Open up my show you know the SP sign,
Held back, sold the world could see tho that's lie!
You ain't a gangbang nigga, you's a Compton dumbs
Yo' whole album ain't tough to say: "pumped in one" (nigga!)
Niggas all hear now you's a facing actor
Hit you quit, tryna act like BIG face 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' proly should lay-low
Just dissapeared go off on the gay globe.
Play basketball, you don't bang with' Bloods!
You a thug like Eastwood and hangin' clubs!

[Outro:]
Y'all niggas know, how they feelin' about him!
Nowhere nigga!
Matter fact, Eastwood know where the f*ck is you from nigga!
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]

[Thanks to gfoxmb for correcting these lyrics]