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

Crease in my pants as I dance with the
I used to ride a that only had one pedal
No nike kicks, broke 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 been
They up they ? now they all laughin'
life with they kids and they wifes
They wishing I would die as my lil' girl
Always knew that these hoes be coming for me
But my gone be something to see
I can't a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm around 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
to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol Pete
I'm from the South East but got for the North
And these are just the that SPM wrote

Mr. SP can you a few pages
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 fatman
But haters could they hate yo voice I was kinda
You know I always be the Dope House spinal
I just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw
And also how a haters body fits in one

I told you once, I eat you for lunch
I pull more stunts than Knievel, bring it in by the
I got guns, I got guns
I heard you had some heat too, but not
I'm the pusha, run 'em like Alaskan
And still smoke the finest, by the trust SKS
Bring it to your
You should know by know, I aim for the legs

Everybody gather the fire, blow like a dryer
run a lil' something by ya
In the battlefield is nothing like ever known
Soy el pelon de con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, hasta Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
es maton, con su homie Low-G Flores
Juan bring dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en juego, necesitas huevos
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
Puro AK-47, ya
Tu vas pa tras y dile que te
Cuando sales tengo jales en muchas
Te doy y cuetes que son cuates
Como mi ruka, juana, no hay otra
Fumando me llamo Rolando

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