spm diaries

what's the deal man? we back in this camp

i'm doing this right here off the shot of coffee my boy flaco gave me you heard. crease in my pants as i dance with the devil

i used to ride a bike that only had one pedal

no nike kicks

broke than a bitch

i started comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks

i'm gonna flip it like a script at the?

that's my new spot

8 by 10 cubic

nah

i ain't stupid

never have been

they locked up they? now they all laughin'

celebrating life with they kids and their wives

they wishing i would die as my little girl cries

always knew that these hoes would be coming for me

but my comeback's gone be something to see

i can't stand a hoe

on a tv show

that say i'm hispanic

or i'm latino

bitch you're a mexican

say that shit

why the fuck is you acting scared to represent?

everytime the wind blows i reach for my heat

peace to sambo and my homie pistol pete

i'm from the south east but got love for the north

and these are just the diaries that spm wrote

mr. sp can you spare a few pages

to write what's on my mind and record a few tapes and

it's the rasheed creepin' in my batman boat

my money tripled like the chin on a fatman throat

but haters could they hate your voice i was kinda bored

you know i always be the dope house spinal cord

i just been chillin'

showin' boys how to wreck screw tapes

and also how a haters body fits in one suitcase

i told you once

i eat you motherfuckers for lunch

i pull more stunts than knievel

bring it in by the tons

i got guns

homie i got guns

i heard you had some heat too

but not much

i'm the pusher

run 'em like alaskan huskys

and still smoke the finest

right by the trust sks

bring it to your chest

you should know by now

i don't aim for the legs

everybody gather round the fire

blow like a dryer

i'm gonna run a little something by you

in the battlefield is nothing like you've ever known

soy el pelon de houston con fe y corazon

estereo

en serio

houston hasta mexico

cortalo

vendelo

spm dejalo

vato es maton

con su homie low-g flores

juan gotti bring dolores y casa de millones

y fiero

en este juego

necesitas huevos

mi treinta y ocho

you no te quiero

puro ak-47

you vete

tu vas pa tras y dile que te respete

cuando sales tengo jales en muchas partes

te doy coca y cuetes que son cuates

como mi ruka

maria juana

no hay otra

fumando me llamo rolando mota

every time the wind blows i reach for my heat

and these are just the diaries that spm wrote

and these are just the diaries that spm wrote

and these are just the diaries that spm wrote