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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 pants as I with the devil
I used to ride a that only had one pedal
No nike kicks, broke a bitch
I started comin' up sellin' fat ass
I'ma flip it a script at the ?
Thats my new spot, 8 by 10
Nah, I stupid, never have been
locked up they ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating life with kids and they wifes
They wishing I die as my lil' girl cries
Always knew that these would be coming for me
But my comeback's gone be to see
I can't stand a hoe, on a tv
That say I'm hispanic around
Bitch you a mexican, say shit
Why the fuck is you scared to represent

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Everytime the wind blows I for my heat
Peace to Sam Boone and my homie Pete
I'm from the East 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 Rasheed in my Batman boat
My money tripled the chin on a fatman throat
But haters could they hate yo voice I was bored
You know I always be the Dope spinal cord
I just been chillin', showin' boys how to screw tapes
And also how a haters body in one suitcase

I told you once, I eat you for lunch
I pull more stunts than Knievel, bring it in by the
I got guns, I got guns
I heard you had some too, but not much
I'm the pusha, run 'em Alaskan huskys
And smoke the finest, right by the trust SKS
Bring it to your
You should know by know, I don't aim for the

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 Houston con fe y
Estereo, en serio, Houston Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su Low-G Flores
Juan Gotti dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en juego, necesitas huevos
Mi treinta y ocho, ya no te
Puro AK-47, ya
Tu vas pa tras y que te respete
Cuando sales tengo jales en partes
Te doy coca y cuetes que son
Como mi ruka, maria juana, no hay
Fumando me Rolando Mota

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