SPM Diaries

What's the deal man? We back in this camp, man, haha

I'm doin' this right here off a shot of coffee my boy Flaco gave me, you heard?

Grease 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 -tch

I started comin' up sellin' fat - snicks

I'm gonna flip it like a script at the - unit

That's my new spot, eight by ten cubic

Nah, I ain't stupid, I never have been

They locked up they M now they all laughin'

Celebratin' life with they kids and they wives

They wishin' I would die as my little girl cries

I always knew that these -es would be comin' for me

But my comeback's gon' be somethin' to see

I can't stand a -, on a TV show

That say I'm Hispanic, or I'm Latino

- you a Mexican, say that -

Why the f- is you actin' scared to represent?

Every time the wind blows, I reach for my heat

Peace to Sambo and my homey Pistol Pete

I'm from the Southeast but got love for the North

And these are just the Diaries that SPM wrote

Every time the wind blows, I reach for my heat

Peace to Sambo and my homey Pistol Pete (aha)

I'm from the Southeast but got love for the North (aha)

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 tape and's

It's the Rasheed creepin' in my Batman boat

My money triple like the chin on a fatman throat

But haters could they hate your voice I was kind of 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 mother- for lunch

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

I got guns, homey I got guns

I heard you had some heat too, but not much

I'm the pusher, run 'em like Alaskan huskies

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

Every time the wind blows, I reach for my heat

Peace to Sambo and my homey Pistol Pete

I'm from the Southeast but got love for the North

And these are just the Diaries that SPM wrote

Every time the wind blows, I reach for my heat

Peace to Sambo and my homey Pistol Pete

I'm from the Southeast 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'm gonna run a little somethin' by you

In the battlefield is nothin' like you've ever known

Soy el pelón de Houston con fe y corazón

Estéreo, en 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 fierro, en este juego necesitas huevos

Mi .38, ya no te quiero

Puro AK 47, ya vete

Tú vas p'atrás y dile que te respete

Cuando sales, tengo jales en muchas partes

Te doy coca y cuetes que son cuates

Como mi ruka, María Juana, no hay otra

Fumando, me llamo Rolando Mota

Every time the wind blows, I reach for my heat

Peace to Sambo and my homey Pistol Pete

I'm from the Southeast but got love for the North

And these are just the Diaries that SPM wrote

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

What's the deal to my boy Bell?

Wassup Richman?

It's my G. say what's up to the missus, huh

My boy Maro, yo