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Whats the man, we back in this 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 nike kicks, than a bitch
I started comin' up sellin' fat ass
flip it like a script at the ?
Thats my new spot, 8 by 10
Nah, I ain't stupid, never have
They up they ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating life with they kids and wifes
wishing I would die as my lil' girl cries
Always knew that these hoes would be 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 blows I reach for my heat
Peace to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol
I'm from the South East but got for the North
And these are the diaries that SPM wrote

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

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

Everybody gather round the fire, like a dryer
run a lil' something by ya
In the battlefield is nothing like ever known
Soy el pelon de Houston con fe y
Estereo, en serio, Houston Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su homie Flores
Juan Gotti bring y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en este juego, necesitas
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
Puro AK-47, ya
Tu vas pa tras y dile que te
Cuando sales jales en muchas partes
Te doy coca y cuetes que son
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 that SPM wrote
And these are the diaries that SPM wrote
And are just the diaries that SPM wrote