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

Crease in my pants as I dance with the
I used to ride a bike only had one pedal
No kicks, broke than a bitch
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 have
They locked up they ? now all laughin'
Celebrating life with they and they wifes
They wishing I die as my lil' girl cries
Always knew that hoes would be coming for me
But my comeback's be something to see
I can't a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm hispanic latino
you a mexican, say that shit
Why the fuck is you scared to represent

[Chorus
Everytime the blows I reach for my heat
Peace to Sam and my homie Pistol Pete
I'm from the South but got love for the North
And these are just the that SPM wrote

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 tripled like the chin on a fatman throat
But haters could they 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 body fits in one

I told you once, I eat you motherfuckers for
I pull more stunts 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 Alaskan 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 gather round the fire, blow like a
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, hasta Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su homie Low-G
Gotti 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 que te respete
Cuando tengo jales en muchas partes
Te doy coca y que son cuates
mi ruka, maria juana, no hay otra
Fumando me Rolando Mota

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