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

Crease in my pants as I with the devil
I used to ride a bike only had one pedal
No kicks, broke than a bitch
I started comin' up fat ass nicks
flip it like a script at the ?
Thats my new spot, 8 by 10
Nah, I ain't stupid, never been
They up they ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating life with they kids and they
They wishing I would die as my lil' girl
Always knew these hoes would be coming for me
But my gone be something to see
I stand a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that
Why the fuck is you acting to represent

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

Mr. SP can you a few pages
To whats on my mind and record a few tapes and
It's the Rasheed in my Batman boat
My money tripled like the chin on a fatman
But haters could they hate yo voice I was bored
You know I always be the Dope House cord
I just been chillin', boys how to wreck screw tapes
And also how a body 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, 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 know by know, I don't aim for the

Everybody gather round the fire, like a dryer
I'ma run a lil' by ya
In the battlefield is like you've ever known
Soy el de Houston con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, hasta Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su homie Low-G
Juan Gotti bring dolores y de millones
Y Fiero, en juego, necesitas huevos
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
AK-47, ya vete
Tu vas pa y dile que te respete
Cuando sales tengo jales en muchas
Te doy y cuetes que son cuates
Como mi ruka, juana, no hay otra
Fumando me llamo Mota

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