
feat. Rasheed)
[SPM:]
Whats the deal man, we back in this camp
I′m doing this right here off the shot of [?] my boy Flaco gave me you heard..
Creasin’ 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′ma flip it like a script at the [?]
Thats my lil’ 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 they wife
They wishing I would die as my lil’ 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 around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that shit
Why the fuck is you acting scared to represent
[Chorus x2:]
Everytime the wind blows I reach for my heat
Peace to Sam Boone 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
[Rasheed:]
Mr. SP can you spare a few pages
To write whats 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 yo voice I was kinda bored
You know I always be that 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
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