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

Crease in my pants as I dance with the
I to ride a bike that only had one pedal
No kicks, broke than a bitch
I started comin' up fat ass nicks
I'ma it like a script at the ?
Thats my new spot, 8 by 10
Nah, I stupid, never have been
They locked up ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating with they kids and they wifes
They wishing I would die as my lil' girl
Always knew that these hoes would be for me
But my gone be something 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 I reach for my heat
Peace to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol
I'm from the South East but got for the North
And these are just the diaries SPM wrote

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

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

Everybody gather the fire, blow like a dryer
I'ma run a lil' by ya
In the battlefield is nothing 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 homie Flores
Gotti bring dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en este juego, necesitas
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
Puro AK-47, ya
Tu vas pa tras y dile que te
Cuando sales jales en muchas partes
Te doy coca y cuetes que son
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 diaries SPM wrote
And these are just the that SPM wrote
And are just the diaries that SPM wrote