Bitch Boy + No More Games
Spider Loc, Young Buck
[Intro: Spider Loc]
Hmm! Hey Banks... Ya-ahah
Whattup my nigga
He's a Bitch BoyLet me tell you 'bout yo' Bitch Boy
And you got another Bitch Boy[Verse 1]
This bitch boy can not see me
Listen to the way I rhyme
On the streets I got that easy
This West Coast is mineI got a hundred young niggas wit me hollerin' 2 c's
Wack and Pooh rider, them my niggas from 2 p's
I smashed in the 90's and I run into 2 g's
You ain't a gangbanger so you run in wit 2 tees
You hurricane stompin' with the flame bandana
In Compton they say you used to glaze Santana
You gave that up, and really start trippin'
And yo Doja could you tell me, what made ya start strippin'?You did change your heart, and now it's Piru
On DVD talkin like the downest Damu
But Doja, you know just as well as I do
The truth is the story that you tell is not true
Doja be in a gang for the last few years
And tried to go from tongue rings to them tattooed tears
Stop the frontin' You ain't wit the funken at all
You really ain't nuttin' more than dunkin' a ball(97 Street, Eastside, Eastcost)
Rev Riders Red Rags
Everybody knowin' you a nobody that sound like everybody flowin
You ain't got no background you talk about TV
If it ain't about 2Pac, It's all about Eazy
If it ain't about Eazy, It's all about Fif and the Unit
I wonder who's listenin' to it
Jumped on Dre's dick and do nothin to Yukmouth
Memphis Bleek or Joe BuddenI've come to the conclusion you got to be special or retarded
How the Fuck'd you get me started
But a war with the Loc, you don't wanna try that
You steady goin' broke and gettin' butterfly tats
When Fosen died you lost ya G side
And I just spoke with G Malone and G Ride
And they said no bullshit, it's on fo' real
You get popped, if you try to pop up on Brazil
Oh I'm from, that's just how the politics go
I got a boss from New York that knows how to get doe
I'm a Loc from L.A. that knows how to kick flow
In big blue diamonds look how my shit glow
You don't know (Spider Loc), where I'm from (G-Unit)
You don't know (Gangbang), where you from
G-Unit is your mother day... N.W.A, you know what im sayin'?
You gotta group of niggasYou got Yayo, you know what im sayin'? He home now!
You got Banks! He "Mixtape Artist Of The Year", he killin' everything out the...
And you got Buck, the wild nigga from the South. Didin't he... you know what im sayin'?He lyrical like this nigga's amazing, this nigga Young Buck niggas![Verse 1: Young Buck]
They say God bless the child that can hold his own
And he who is loyal, allways live long
A real hood nigga gets money and gives back
So when I got money bitch I did just that
I put packs in the hands of the dope man
Put gats in the hands of my old friends
Listen when I tell you, I didn't even really know Game
When I said his name, on "Poppin' Them Thangs"
Yeah, I got on all blue, that's how I do
Tomorrow it's all red, the bloods love me too
I'm true, and every nigga around me knew it
But you, are only hard around ya boys
I knew, when 50 gave you your first watch
Wrote you your first verse, wrote you your first drop
We didn't really need ya, homie know I'm gon' see ya
Don't ever bite the hand and feed ya, bitch nigga[Game Interlude]
And know you got 50! This nigga killed the whole record while everybody sell!
And the 1st time he rap history, he's fuckin done the like that. This nigga did it!
[50 Cent]: Niggas in tha hood can't believe this shit, man! They see me, if they livin' like god-...
(god-...) damn! (damn!) Haha!
[Buck]: And when yo I say I keep the Crystal cold! Niggas, it's not a game, Niggas![Verse 2: Young Buck]
Now if it's beef, then go ahead, let the war start
Do what you do best, have a "Change of Heart"
You a man with breasts, similar to a broad
You disrespect that the West when they find out who you are
Do ya thug thing, spit ya "300 Bars"
But me & Banks garage makes up 300 cars
You not a solder homeboy, you come from a strip club
Your name is Doja, I can show you the pictures blood
The Game is over, nigga change ya clothes
Look at cha, you lookin like a video hoe
And I was on the phone when Spider Loc called ya
Ya punk ass said you ain't want no problem
You try to diss Memph Bleek, throw lines at Jay
Have ya ass apologizing the very next day
Damn right radio gone play my shit
Wonder what trey gone say bout this
[Buck:] This nigga's crazy! 'Ey yo listen to this nigga man![Game:] This shit is let 'em the brief like, you know what im sayin'?
[50Cent:] Compton and New York... the motherfuckin' airfield
We own think the 50 had it, you know what im sayin'? It played out way, when ya have a shit from
The East! And Bank$, and Yayo have a shit from the South, and Buck... and have a shit from
The West![Verse 3: Spider Loc]
Now I seen that tough talk and it swell to find it
And that's why, for so long, I done held my silence
But I'm from EC G-Unit, I bangs "the game"
And its needless to say, that I slang them thangs
I got love for the West and I'm ashamed of Game
And not because his album was full of famous names
See I'm everything he wishin' he was, but he's nothin like me
Can't you tell from all the dissin' he does, he be all about publicity buzz
Cause when they meet at the club, he be all about kisses and hugs
He threatened Yukmouth but Loc, you ain't touch him one time
When you said, that Joe Buddens was only punch lines
Out here we gangbang, know for known for heatin' up guest
That's that, [somethin] beatin' up rats
Under bated, cause its hard to understand this nigga
He's 'spose to represent the riders, but he ran from jail[Interludes:]
[Game:] And the next we goin' on you MTV up next, and we gotta...
[50Cent:] G-G-G-G- G-UNIT!
We got Fif'. One things from... he's from QC, G-Unit's in tha house! I'm never wanna thug
That I be in the videos and Jim Jam with' niggas like 50 and you know what im sayin'? Shakin' hands
With these ^!$$%s, that... that I can't said it be Legends, you know what i'm sayin'? Like... this nigga!
Is, isn't become true, man!
[Game sample:] "I never take shots... at legends, that's just something I don't do. [echoes]"[Spider:] Hahahaha!
[Buck:] Hey yo man!
[Spider:] Whattup Buck, huh?
[Buck:] 'Ey man, this nigga crazy...
[Spider:] Go clown-ass niggas, man...
[Buck:] It is what it is...
[Spider:] SAY MY NAME Nigga! HAHA!
[Buck:] 'Ey homeboy...
[Spider:] G-Unit Crip! Spider Loc!
[Buck:] YOUNG BUCK! Holla shit
[Spider:] Haha![Spider Loc: Bitch Boy]:
You can catch me in the Yukon hittin' on fire
Or pushin' up century, gettin' head from Mya
And I don't really wanna let the Tec speak
So Bitch Boy, check your technique
And while your at that check the streets good
The Eastside Riders don't fuck with Eastwood
You just a bad look for the Dymu's
Tight drawers saggin', hatin' ya high school
G-Unit! On the plaque of the lowrider
Da rats in the hood holla "Go Spidah!"
I'm from the most gang and I flow tighter
Take back the Bentley's, go get a ghost rider
Jacion callin' for peace
He said it his self, you should call the police
If you ever see the G-Unit Crips, I'mma EC banger with G-Unit chips
I can tell that you hate it alot
But I'mma stay on top, if ya hate it or not
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