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

Crease in my pants as I dance with the
I used to a bike that only had one pedal
No nike kicks, broke than a
I started comin' up fat ass nicks
I'ma it like a script at the ?
my new spot, 8 by 10 cubic
Nah, I ain't stupid, never been
They locked up they ? now they all
Celebrating with they kids and they wifes
wishing I would die as my lil' girl cries
Always that these hoes would be coming for me
But my comeback's be something to see
I stand a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm hispanic around
you a mexican, say that shit
Why the is you acting scared to represent

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

Mr. SP can you a few pages
To write on my mind and record a few tapes and
It's the creepin' in my Batman boat
My money tripled like the chin on a throat
But haters could they hate yo I was kinda bored
You know I always be the Dope House spinal
I been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw tapes
And also how a haters fits in one suitcase

I you once, I eat you motherfuckers for lunch
I pull more stunts than Knievel, 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 like huskys
And still smoke the finest, right by the SKS
it to your chest
You know by know, I don't aim for the legs

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

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