Yo, SPM's in the house Puttin' it down with my homeboy, young Happy P on the track I want y'all to look how we do this, mayne
What path should I travel Whites and a hot gravel Up the creek with no paddle Laughin' at the Bitches that wish us the worst of luck Bust a slug in his back, and now, it hurts to fuck I'm on a must-do system Fuck-you mission Everybody knows I belong in prison Tryin' to listen to my elders While this freaky bitch is Swallowing my Elmer's Gangsta nights Sticky pants and a T-shirt I jumped in the dope game But my feet first I relax in a World, a pandemonium Trust his friend Just as far as I can throw 'em (Hun) You tryin' to stay alive for my baby girl With a chrome.44, but the handle's pearl Y'all got a choice If you wanna test my testicles You can live like Fruits or fuckin' vegetables Uh
Now it's that dirty, dirty Wild, wild south west shit Mex and Cali New Mexico thug shit Federali Speculatin' and we do shit But biotch This ain't nothin' but some music That dirty, dirty Wild, wild south west shit Mex and Cali New Mexico thug shit Federalis Speculatin' and we do shit But this ain't nothin' but some music
I said, "Record this" But I guess they must have missed it According to statistics, you be dead or in prison I feel reincarnated Life after death, I've risen Must be oppression, I was lost within the system Gone for a hot one, a second, never too long The unforgiven make a reckon, time for me to move on Finally got my mind right, then time for the spotlight I bust a rhyme about my lifestyle, it's how I rock mines I came a long way from the block to (? ), loaded crack pipes Still smoke Trees and hope Heat For to act right The streets, told, me Take a homey for my past life Memories Won't let me go, I hope this ain't my last night Hoes, to Homeys still Tryin' to get the cash right If not, they might get me, if they catch me slip in this fast life The Federalis try to set me with some drug shit Lock me up for like It's that Mexicali thug shit
I got a letter from my road dawg, written in blood He told me, "Keep doing your thang, dawg, never give up I hear your music and your voice brings hope to the hood We might have made some bad choices, slangin' dope in the hood They got me locked down and stretched out for federal time Them motherfuckers don't care if I'm dead or alive My hoe lady got popped Tried to sneak me a clavo in She had a Keyster, but fuck, I couldn't swallow it So now they cancelled all my visitations I'm an incarcerated Scarface, rebilitatin' I use your music as my inspiration It's sounds for liberatin' So keep doing what you're doin' with no limitations One day, I'll get out I'm a get my life together I'm a get it quick and get it fast, cause nothin' last forever Don't let no one never knock you, God gave you that gift Because your music is life, " it's that New Mexico thug shit
I let the smoke in my Air pass It's just to stimulate the mind Let me rest, from the stress, for a second, in time My homey just did a bid I wonder if I'm next The possibilities of penitentary's on my chest But I'm a mash, though And keep away from the system Put my music down, hopin' they listen, I'm no different From the rest of the bald heads, tryin' to survive In this city where these skinny niggas ridin' with nines And everybody's diein' It's like the world went crazy But Lord, who made this lady kill her own two babies And when I heard it was a baseball bat I she'd a tear Cause I couldn't ever picture that God damn And then you wonder why I chief the dro Just lost Another homey couple agos Streets know me In the dirty, dirty The wild, wild southwest Where everyday, a nigga gotta pack his heat with a vest
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What path should I travel Whites and a hot gravel Up the creek with no paddle Laughin' at the Bitches that wish us the worst of luck Bust a slug in his back, and now, it hurts to fuck I'm on a must-do system Fuck-you mission Everybody knows I belong in prison Tryin' to listen to my elders While this freaky bitch is Swallowing my Elmer's Gangsta nights Sticky pants and a T-shirt I jumped in the dope game But my feet first I relax in a World, a pandemonium Trust his friend Just as far as I can throw 'em (Hun) You tryin' to stay alive for my baby girl With a chrome.44, but the handle's pearl Y'all got a choice If you wanna test my testicles You can live like Fruits or fuckin' vegetables Uh
Now it's that dirty, dirty Wild, wild south west shit Mex and Cali New Mexico thug shit Federali Speculatin' and we do shit But biotch This ain't nothin' but some music That dirty, dirty Wild, wild south west shit Mex and Cali New Mexico thug shit Federalis Speculatin' and we do shit But this ain't nothin' but some music
I said, "Record this" But I guess they must have missed it According to statistics, you be dead or in prison I feel reincarnated Life after death, I've risen Must be oppression, I was lost within the system Gone for a hot one, a second, never too long The unforgiven make a reckon, time for me to move on Finally got my mind right, then time for the spotlight I bust a rhyme about my lifestyle, it's how I rock mines I came a long way from the block to (? ), loaded crack pipes Still smoke Trees and hope Heat For to act right The streets, told, me Take a homey for my past life Memories Won't let me go, I hope this ain't my last night Hoes, to Homeys still Tryin' to get the cash right If not, they might get me, if they catch me slip in this fast life The Federalis try to set me with some drug shit Lock me up for like It's that Mexicali thug shit
I got a letter from my road dawg, written in blood He told me, "Keep doing your thang, dawg, never give up I hear your music and your voice brings hope to the hood We might have made some bad choices, slangin' dope in the hood They got me locked down and stretched out for federal time Them motherfuckers don't care if I'm dead or alive My hoe lady got popped Tried to sneak me a clavo in She had a Keyster, but fuck, I couldn't swallow it So now they cancelled all my visitations I'm an incarcerated Scarface, rebilitatin' I use your music as my inspiration It's sounds for liberatin' So keep doing what you're doin' with no limitations One day, I'll get out I'm a get my life together I'm a get it quick and get it fast, cause nothin' last forever Don't let no one never knock you, God gave you that gift Because your music is life, " it's that New Mexico thug shit
I let the smoke in my Air pass It's just to stimulate the mind Let me rest, from the stress, for a second, in time My homey just did a bid I wonder if I'm next The possibilities of penitentary's on my chest But I'm a mash, though And keep away from the system Put my music down, hopin' they listen, I'm no different From the rest of the bald heads, tryin' to survive In this city where these skinny niggas ridin' with nines And everybody's diein' It's like the world went crazy But Lord, who made this lady kill her own two babies And when I heard it was a baseball bat I she'd a tear Cause I couldn't ever picture that God damn And then you wonder why I chief the dro Just lost Another homey couple agos Streets know me In the dirty, dirty The wild, wild southwest Where everyday, a nigga gotta pack his heat with a vest
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