Spm Vs Los Lyrics

Spm Vs Los lyrics

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
dough
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

Ima 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 Ima miss
is my beautiful kids
I'm just sippin' but thrown 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 grandma's 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 glass 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' hoes 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 gun 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.