Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SPM vs Los, artist - SPM. Date of issue: 05.11.2001
Song language: English
SPM vs Los |
| I was raised on beans and rice |
| And if you shot up my crib I wouldn’t be surprised |
| Mama used to trip cuz I fed the mice |
| I’m the one they sent home cuz my head had lice |
| I’m the kid that lost my sanity |
| I’m the kid that had the toys with no batteries |
| Mama sat me down for some serious talks |
| On how to keep the rats out the cereal box |
| I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit |
| We never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro |
| Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dope |
| When you started to smoke that’s when you changed |
| The weed hit the brain and the man thought he came |
| It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint |
| In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed |
| Now you got children and a beautiful wife |
| The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life |
| Enjoy your self man you only live once |
| Take your family vacation and relax for a month |
| I’mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga |
| I need seven bedrooms and my boat nigga |
| Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats |
| The penitantary’s the only place when I can relax |
| I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge |
| The only thing I’mma miss is my beautiful kids |
| I’m just sippin' Patron I handle shit on my own |
| I got a camera |
| For every fuckin' inch of my home |
| It’s in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck |
| I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck |
| A G since daddy left me at the age of three |
| Now, every South Side crack-head pagin' me |
| Chill homie cut dad some slack |
| Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck back |
| You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub |
| We was only seven when our house got shot up |
| Mom was all bloody I saw that shit |
| It was just blast from the mirror it’s alright kid |
| You blessed by God man you can’t give up |
| And run around town not givin' a fuck |
| Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' ho shit |
| It’s hard to be that Mexican that came up so quick |
| You made it look easy but It’s just an illusion |
| You did the impossible and took over Houston |
| Now, everybody thinks they can do like you |
| Losin' thousands and thousands on a half ass crew |
| Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to prove |
| Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck they want to |
| Mutha fuck you nigga stop preachin' n’shit |
| I grab my mutha fuckin' Glock and start squeezin' my shit |
| No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch |
| You can’t reach I’m too deep in these streets bitch |
| Don’t piss me off I’ll put this gat to yo' head |
| Can’t you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead |
| You gettin' soft now? |
| You must wanna die too |
| All it takes is one bullet to kill me and you |
| Damn dawg, you hear that gun shot? |
| Soundin' like it came from SPM’s room! |
| Lets go check it out! |
| All my people fight da evil |
| Some sniff paint and some shoot needle |
| Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they women |
| All the children need someone to show them they can be someone |
| Mad at me cuz I came up, I don’t understand what y’all want |
| Say, Los, check this out, man |
| What up, SPM? |
| Say, let’s just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out |
| Well, we could smoke a joint, I dunno about all that other shit |
| Ha-ha |