The Game - 240 Bars (Spide Joke) lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game] Here the break down Spider Loc is a joke n***a 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 LA Bang on records but n***a won't bang in LA Why the f** you wake me up. .. n***a I'm tired You a busta, so I'mma light your a** on Fire n***a want my spot so he runnin with buck Keep tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get f**ed I heard diss after diss, lil n***a you s** Like yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck Naw-vail ill whoop your a** in your own hood You so hard why didn't u put out that song about Suge Trapped in the closet, R. Kelly a** n***a Get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli a** n***a T.boz in belly a** n***a Better ask around, I been the truth since Makaveli pa**ed n***a And I ain't wanna have to do this sh** I'd rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss Dr. Dre said it best 'a b**h is a b**h' You a myspace gangsta n***a s** my dick Your flow is budweiser, mines is crystale Put the f*ggot 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 mutha f**a Tell you f** you to Fifty face, and won't st-st-stutter muthaf**a 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 n***a brother tell more than you So I'mma break it down like an ounce of glue I met this n***a spider at Alliyah video shoot True, true, he had on no blue Dmx start laughin he said 'this n***a think he better than you' So I kicked a freestyle, and in the meanwhile This n***a soakin up game tryna copy my style Gave him a hundred bars, all he did was smile And DMX named me the f**in problem child Now back to the future, you got a problem now Snoopin around my hood, get f**ed doggy style I pull ya f*ggot a** out them g-unit sneakers And let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to 'ether' You g-unit crip, used to be a piru Your name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit Black wallstreet b**h you can't f** wit my crew My flow blind baby, I'mma make you do what it do Lets take a ride n***a I'mma make room in the coupe Put the shovel in the truck, throw you in there too b**h in the pa**enger 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 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 f**ed up wit them g-unit crips Tryna run game on me you punk b**h Get yo a** in the trunk Prodigy know that I ain't a punk Keep these rap n***as 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 n***a my flow foolish sit back while I do this 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 n***a I'm grand pooba Gave em somethin' grand nubian Created g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and Say he kick me out the group n***a I left Spider, you want my spot n***a? clean up my mess Dirty a** n***a, fifty give him a check And if you sign, n***a put ya contract on the internet I been bangin for 10 years, muhthaf**a I been a vet For 500 dollas he'll claim any set Give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn That's worse than me lyin sayin olivia was a man Ya XXL cover look like makin of the band You mad, cause I got my own shoe And my n***a take shots for the game like MJ do Some say its bullsh** till I pull quick Till I empty a full clip Get on the horn, meet me in the bullpit Tony yayo you old a** coward You 36 and u spit your hottest verse on my album Now.. I ain't sayin that you dope n***a.. But you better than spider loc n***a... Fifty saw the opportunity and thought he could use him I know he don't be listenin' to that wack-a** music You got the west on your back? you a lyin ba*tard You the reason n***as push mute when they play madden What the hell made you think you could f** wit the game When yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's chain Take my advice and lay low Heard you and your uncle Yayo Got ran the f** 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 n***as chill The city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will