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

Crease in my pants as I with the devil
I used to ride a bike that only had one
No nike kicks, broke than a
I comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks
flip 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'
life with they kids and they wifes
They wishing I would die as my girl cries
Always knew that these hoes would be for me
But my comeback's be something to see
I stand a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm hispanic latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that
Why the fuck is you scared to represent

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Everytime the wind I reach for my heat
to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol Pete
I'm from the South but got love for the North
And these are just the diaries SPM wrote

Mr. SP can you spare a few
To write whats on my mind and a few tapes and
It's the creepin' in my Batman boat
My money tripled like the 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 body in one suitcase

I told you once, I eat you motherfuckers for
I pull stunts than Knievel, bring it in by the tons
I got guns, I got guns
I heard you had some too, but not much
I'm the pusha, run 'em Alaskan 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, blow a dryer
I'ma run a lil' by ya
In the is nothing like you've 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 dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en juego, necesitas huevos
Mi treinta y ocho, ya no te
Puro AK-47, ya
Tu vas pa tras y que te respete
Cuando sales tengo jales en muchas
Te doy coca y que son cuates
Como mi ruka, maria juana, no hay
Fumando me llamo Mota

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