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Whats the deal man, we back in this
I'm doing this 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 kicks, broke 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, never been
They locked up they ? now all laughin'
Celebrating life with they and they wifes
They I would die as my lil' girl cries
Always knew that these hoes be coming for me
But my comeback's gone be to see
I can't a hoe, on a tv show
say I'm hispanic around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that
Why the fuck is you acting scared to

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Everytime the blows I reach for my heat
Peace to Sam and my homie Pistol Pete
I'm the South East but got love for the North
And these are just the diaries that SPM

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

I told you once, I eat you for lunch
I pull more stunts than Knievel, it in by the tons
I got guns, Homie I got
I heard you had some heat too, but not
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
I'ma run a lil' by ya
In the battlefield is nothing 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
Gotti bring 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 dile que te
Cuando sales tengo jales en muchas
Te doy coca y que son cuates
Como mi ruka, maria juana, no hay
me llamo Rolando Mota

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