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

Crease in my pants as I dance the devil
I to ride a bike that only had one pedal
No nike kicks, than a bitch
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, never been
They locked up ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating life with they kids and wifes
They wishing I would die as my lil' 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
say I'm hispanic around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that
Why the fuck is you scared to represent

[Chorus
the wind blows I reach for my heat
Peace to Sam Boone and my Pistol Pete
I'm from the South East but got for the North
And are just the diaries that SPM wrote

Mr. SP can you spare a few
To write whats on my and record a few tapes and
It's the Rasheed creepin' in my Batman
My money tripled like the chin on a fatman
But haters could they hate yo I was kinda bored
You know I always be the House spinal cord
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 motherfuckers for
I pull more stunts Knievel, bring it in by the tons
I got guns, I got guns
I heard you had heat too, but not much
I'm the pusha, run 'em like Alaskan
And smoke the finest, right by the trust SKS
it to your chest
You should know by know, I don't aim for the

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

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