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Whats the deal man, we back in camp
I'm doing right here off the shot of ? my boy Flaco gave me you heard..

Crease in my pants as I with the devil
I to ride a bike that only had one pedal
No kicks, broke than a bitch
I started comin' up fat ass nicks
I'ma it like a script at the ?
my new spot, 8 by 10 cubic
Nah, I ain't stupid, never been
They locked up ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating with they kids and they wifes
They wishing I would die as my girl cries
knew that these hoes would be coming for me
But my gone be something to see
I can't stand a hoe, on a tv
That say I'm hispanic around
you a mexican, say that shit
Why the fuck is you acting scared to

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the wind blows I reach for my heat
Peace to Sam Boone and my homie Pete
I'm from the South East but got love for the
And these are just the that SPM wrote

Mr. SP can you spare a few
To write whats on my mind and a few tapes and
It's the Rasheed creepin' in my Batman
My money like the chin on a fatman throat
But haters could they hate yo voice I was kinda
You know I always be the Dope House spinal
I just been chillin', showin' how to wreck screw tapes
And also how a haters fits in one suitcase

I you once, I eat you motherfuckers for lunch
I pull more than Knievel, bring it in by the tons
I got guns, Homie I got
I heard you had some heat too, but not
I'm the pusha, run 'em like huskys
And still smoke the finest, right by the SKS
Bring it to chest
You know by know, I don't aim for the legs

Everybody gather round the fire, blow like a
I'ma run a something by ya
In the battlefield is nothing you've ever known
Soy el pelon de con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, Houston hasta
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
es maton, con su homie Low-G Flores
Juan bring dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en juego, necesitas huevos
Mi treinta y ocho, ya no te
AK-47, ya vete
Tu vas pa tras y dile que te
Cuando sales tengo jales en muchas
Te doy y cuetes que son cuates
Como mi ruka, maria juana, no hay
Fumando me llamo Mota

Every time the wind blows I for my heat
And these are just the that SPM wrote
And are just the diaries that SPM wrote
And these are just the diaries that SPM