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

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

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

Mr. SP can you spare a few
To write whats on my mind and record a few and
It's the Rasheed creepin' in my boat
My money tripled the chin on a fatman throat
But haters they hate yo voice I was kinda bored
You know I always be the Dope spinal cord
I just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck tapes
And also how a haters body fits in one

I told you once, I eat you motherfuckers for
I pull more than Knievel, bring it in by the tons
I got guns, I got guns
I you had some heat too, but not much
I'm the pusha, run 'em like huskys
And still smoke the finest, right by the SKS
Bring it to your
You should 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 Flores
Juan bring dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en juego, necesitas huevos
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
AK-47, ya vete
Tu vas pa tras y dile que te
Cuando tengo jales en muchas partes
Te doy coca y cuetes que son
mi ruka, maria juana, no hay otra
Fumando me llamo Mota

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