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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 used to ride a bike that only had one
No nike kicks, broke a bitch
I started 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 and they wifes
wishing I would die as my lil' girl cries
Always knew these hoes would be coming for me
But my comeback's be something to see
I can't stand a hoe, on a tv
say I'm hispanic around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that
Why the fuck is you acting to represent

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

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

I you once, I eat you motherfuckers for lunch
I pull more stunts than Knievel, bring it in by the
I got guns, I got guns
I heard you had heat too, but not much
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
run a lil' something 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
Vato es maton, con su homie Low-G
Juan Gotti dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en este juego, necesitas
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
AK-47, ya vete
Tu vas pa y dile que te respete
Cuando sales tengo jales en partes
Te doy coca y cuetes que son
Como mi ruka, juana, no hay otra
Fumando me llamo Rolando

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