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

Crease in my pants as I dance the devil
I to ride a bike that only had one pedal
No nike kicks, broke a bitch
I comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks
I'ma flip it a script at the ?
Thats my new spot, 8 by 10
Nah, I ain't stupid, never have
They locked up they ? now all laughin'
life with they kids and they wifes
They wishing I would die as my 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
say I'm hispanic around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say shit
Why the fuck is you acting to represent

[Chorus
Everytime the wind 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 just the diaries that SPM

Mr. SP can you spare a few
To write whats on my mind and a few tapes and
It's the Rasheed in my Batman boat
My money tripled like the chin on a fatman
But haters could hate yo voice I was kinda bored
You I always be the Dope House spinal cord
I just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw
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, Homie I got
I heard you had some too, but not much
I'm the pusha, run 'em like huskys
And still smoke the finest, by the trust SKS
it to your chest
You know by know, I don't aim for the legs

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

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