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Whats the man, we back in this 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 a bike that only had one pedal
No nike kicks, broke than a
I started up sellin' fat ass nicks
I'ma it like 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'
Celebrating life with they kids and they
wishing I would die as my lil' girl cries
Always knew that these hoes would be for me
But my comeback's gone be to see
I can't stand a hoe, on a tv
That say I'm around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that
Why the is you acting scared to represent

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Everytime the wind blows I for my heat
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 write whats on my mind and a few tapes and
the Rasheed creepin' in my Batman boat
My money like the chin on a fatman throat
But haters could hate yo voice I was kinda bored
You know I always be the Dope House cord
I just chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw tapes
And also how a body fits in one suitcase

I you once, I eat you motherfuckers for lunch
I pull more than Knievel, bring it in by the tons
I got guns, Homie I got
I heard you had heat too, but not much
I'm the pusha, run 'em Alaskan huskys
And still the finest, right by the trust SKS
it to your chest
You know by know, I don't aim for the legs

Everybody gather the fire, blow like a dryer
I'ma run a something by ya
In the battlefield is like you've ever known
Soy el pelon de con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, Houston hasta
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su Low-G Flores
Juan Gotti dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en este juego, necesitas
Mi treinta y ocho, ya no te
Puro AK-47, ya
Tu vas pa tras y dile que te
Cuando sales jales en muchas partes
Te doy y cuetes que son cuates
Como mi ruka, juana, no hay otra
Fumando me Rolando Mota

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