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

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

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Everytime the wind blows I for my heat
Peace to Sam Boone and my Pistol Pete
I'm from the South East but got for the North
And these are just the diaries SPM wrote

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

I told you once, I eat you for lunch
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 Alaskan
And smoke the finest, right by the trust SKS
Bring it to chest
You know by know, I don't aim for the legs

Everybody round the fire, blow like a dryer
run a lil' something by ya
In the battlefield is nothing like you've known
Soy el de Houston con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, Houston Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
es maton, con su homie Low-G Flores
Juan Gotti bring dolores y casa de
Y Fiero, en este juego, huevos
Mi treinta y ocho, ya no te
Puro AK-47, ya
Tu vas pa tras y que te respete
Cuando tengo jales en muchas partes
Te doy y cuetes que son cuates
mi ruka, maria juana, no hay otra
Fumando me llamo Mota

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