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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 bike that had one pedal
No kicks, broke than a bitch
I started comin' up sellin' fat ass
I'ma it like a script at the ?
my new spot, 8 by 10 cubic
Nah, I ain't stupid, never been
They up they ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating life with they and they wifes
wishing I would die as my lil' girl cries
Always that these hoes would be coming for me
But my comeback's gone be to see
I can't a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that
Why the is you acting scared to represent

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

Mr. SP can you a few pages
To write whats on my mind and record a few and
It's the creepin' 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 be the Dope House spinal cord
I been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw tapes
And also how a haters fits in one suitcase

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

Everybody gather round the fire, like a dryer
I'ma run a lil' by ya
In the is nothing like you've ever known
Soy el pelon de con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, Houston hasta
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 y ocho, ya no te quiero
Puro AK-47, ya
Tu vas pa tras y que te respete
sales tengo jales en muchas partes
Te doy coca y cuetes que son
Como mi ruka, juana, no hay otra
me llamo Rolando Mota

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