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letra de bitch boy + no more games - spider loc

[intro: spider loc]
hmm!

hey banks… ya-ahah
whattup my n-gga
he’s a b-tch boy

let me tell you ’bout yo’ b-tch boy
and you got another b-tch boy

[verse 1]
this b-tch boy can not see me
listen to the way i rhyme
on the streets i got that easy
this west coast is mine

i got a hundred young n-ggas wit me hollerin’ 2 c’s
wack and pooh rider, them my n-ggas from 2 p’s
i smashed in the 90’s and i run into 2 g’s
you ain’t a g-ngb-nger 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 n0body 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 d-ck and do nothin to yukmouth
memphis bleek or joe budden

i’ve come to the conclusion you got to be special or r-t-rded
how the f-ck’d you get me started
but a war with the loc, you don’t wanna try that
you steady goin’ broke and gettin’ b-tterfly tats
when fosen died you lost ya g side
and i just spoke with g malone and g ride
and they said no bullsh-t, 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 sh-t glow
you don’t know (spider loc), where i’m from (g-unit)
you don’t know (g-ngb-ng), where you from

[game interlude:]
g-unit is your mother day… n.w.a, you know what im sayin’?
you gotta group of n-ggas

you got yayo, you know what im sayin’? he home now!
you got banks! he “mixtape artist of the year”, he k!llin’ everything out the…
and you got buck, the wild n-gga from the south. didin’t he… you know what im sayin’?

he lyrical like this n-gga’s amazing, this n-gga young buck n-ggas!

[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 n-gga gets money and gives back
so when i got money b-tch 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 n-gga 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, b-tch n-gga
[game interlude]
and know you got 50! this n-gga k!lled the whole record while everybody sell!
and the 1st time he rap history, he’s f-ckin done the like that. this n-gga did it!
[50 cent]: n-ggas in tha hood can’t believe this sh-t, man! they see me, if they livin’ like god-…
(god-…) d-mn! (d-mn!) haha!
[buck]: and when yo i say i keep the crystal cold! n-ggas, it’s not a game, n-ggas!

[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 br–sts, 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, n-gga 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
d-mn right radio gone play my sh-t
wonder what trey gone say bout this
game over

[interludes:]
[buck:] this n-gga’s crazy! ‘ey yo listen to this n-gga man!

[game:] this sh-t is let ’em the brief like, you know what im sayin’?
[50cent:] compton and new york… the motherf-ckin’ airfield
[bank$:] yeah!
[game:]
we own think the 50 had it, you know what im sayin’? it played out way, when ya have a sh-t from
the east! and bank$, and yayo have a sh-t from the south, and buck… and have a sh-t 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 g-ngb-ng, know for known for heatin’ up guest
that’s that, [somethin] beatin’ up rats
under bated, cause its hard to understand this n-gga
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!
[game:]
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’ n-ggas 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 n-gga!
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 n-gga crazy…
[spider:] go clown-ass n-ggas, man…
[buck:] it is what it is…
[spider:] say my name n-gga! haha!
[buck:] ‘ey homeboy…
[spider:] g-unit crip! spider loc!
[buck:] young buck! holla sh-t
[spider:] haha!

[spider loc: b-tch 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 b-tch boy, check your technique
and while your at that check the streets good
the eastside riders don’t f-ck 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

- spider loc

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