SPM Diaries

Whats the deal man, we back in this camp, man

I'm doing this right here off a shot of coffee 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'mma flip it like a script at the **** unit

That's my lil' spot, 8 by 10 cubic

Nah, I ain't stupid, never have been

They locked up the **** 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 ho, on a tv show

That say I'm hispanic or I'm latino

Bitch you 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 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

Everytime the wind blows I reach for my heat

Peace to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol Pete (Uh-huh)

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 tapings

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

I told you once, I use you motherfuckers for lunch

I pull more stunts than Knievel, bring it in by the tons

I got guns, I mean I got guns

I heard you had some heat too, but not much

I'm the pusha, run 'em like elastic and 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

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

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

Everybody gather round the fire, blow like a dryer

I'mma run a lil' something by ya

In the battlefield there's nothing like you've ever known

Soy el pelón de Houston con fe y corazón

Estereo, es serio, Houston hasta México

Córtalo, véndelo, SPM déjalo

Vato es matón, con su homie Low-G Flores

Juan Gotti bring dolores y casas de millones

Y Fiero, en este juego, necesitas huevos

Mi .38, ya no te quiero

Puro AK-47, ya vete

Tú vas pa' 'trás y dile que te respete

Cuando sales tengo jales en muchas partes

Te doy coca y cuetes que son cuates

Con mi ruka, Maria Juana, no hay otra

Fumando me llamo Rolando Mota

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

Everytime 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

What's the deal? To my boy Bell

What's up, Richmond?

Cut the nice shit up, ha-ha

It's my G, say what's up to the misses, huh?

My boy Maro, yeah