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

Crease in my pants as I with the devil
I used to ride a bike only had one pedal
No nike kicks, 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 ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating with they kids and they wifes
wishing I would die as my lil' girl cries
Always knew that these would be coming for me
But my comeback's be something to see
I stand a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say shit
Why the fuck is you acting scared to

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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 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
It's the Rasheed creepin' in my boat
My money like the chin on a fatman throat
But haters could they hate yo I was kinda bored
You know I always be the House spinal cord
I just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck tapes
And also how a body fits 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, Homie I got
I heard you had some too, but not much
I'm the pusha, run 'em like huskys
And still smoke the finest, right by the SKS
it to your chest
You should by know, I don't aim for the legs

Everybody gather round the fire, blow a dryer
run a lil' something by ya
In the battlefield is nothing like ever known
Soy el pelon de con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, hasta Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su Low-G Flores
Juan Gotti dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en este juego, necesitas
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 y cuetes que son cuates
Como mi ruka, juana, no hay otra
Fumando me llamo Rolando

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