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

Crease in my pants as I dance the devil
I used to ride a that only had one pedal
No nike kicks, than a bitch
I started up sellin' fat ass nicks
I'ma flip it a script at the ?
my new spot, 8 by 10 cubic
Nah, I ain't stupid, never been
They locked up they ? now all laughin'
Celebrating with they kids and they wifes
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
say I'm hispanic around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that
Why the fuck is you scared to represent

[Chorus
Everytime the wind blows I reach for my
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 spare a few
To write whats on my mind and a few tapes and
It's the creepin' in my Batman boat
My tripled like the chin on a fatman throat
But could they hate yo voice I was kinda bored
You know I always be the Dope House cord
I just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw
And how a haters body fits in one suitcase

I told you once, I eat you motherfuckers for
I pull more stunts than Knievel, it in by the tons
I got guns, I got guns
I heard you had some heat too, but not
I'm the pusha, run 'em like huskys
And smoke the finest, right by the trust SKS
it to your chest
You know by know, I don't aim for the legs

Everybody gather round the fire, like a dryer
I'ma run a something by ya
In the battlefield is nothing like you've known
Soy el pelon de con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, Houston hasta
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su homie Flores
Juan Gotti dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en juego, necesitas huevos
Mi treinta y ocho, ya no te
AK-47, ya vete
Tu vas pa tras y dile que te
Cuando sales jales en muchas partes
Te doy coca y cuetes que son
Como mi ruka, juana, no hay otra
Fumando me Rolando Mota

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