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

Crease in my as I dance with the devil
I to ride a bike that only had one pedal
No nike kicks, broke than a
I comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks
I'ma it like a script at the ?
Thats my new spot, 8 by 10
Nah, I ain't stupid, have been
They locked up they ? now all laughin'
Celebrating life with kids and they wifes
They wishing I would die as my girl cries
Always knew that these hoes be coming for me
But my comeback's gone be to see
I can't a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm hispanic latino
Bitch you a mexican, say shit
Why the fuck is you scared to represent

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

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

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

Everybody gather round the fire, blow like a
I'ma run a lil' by ya
In the battlefield is like you've ever known
Soy el de Houston con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, Houston Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
es maton, con su homie Low-G Flores
Juan Gotti dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en este juego, huevos
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
AK-47, ya vete
Tu vas pa tras y que te respete
Cuando sales tengo jales en muchas
Te doy y cuetes que son cuates
mi ruka, maria juana, no hay otra
Fumando me Rolando Mota

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