SPM - SPM vs Los Lyrics

[Los]I was raised on beans and riceand if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprisedMama used to trip 'cause I fed the miceI'm the one they sent home 'cause my head had liceI'm the kid that lost my sanityI'm the kid that had the toys with no batteriesMama sat me down for some serious talksOn how to keep the rats out the cereal box[SPM]I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shitWe never felt so rich those were the good ass days broSure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural doughWhen you started to smoke that's when you changedThe weed hit the brain and the man thought he cameIt was joint, after joint, after joint, after jointIn one month your f**kin' brain was destroyedNow you got children and a beautiful wifeThe kinda money that you make nigga you set for lifeEnjoy your self man you only live onceTake your family vacation and relax for a month[Los]I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga f**k bein' broke niggaI need seven bedrooms and my boat niggaWatchin' rats with eighty seven new gatsThe penitantary's the only place when I can relaxI want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edgeThe only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kidsI'm just sippin' pedron I handle shit on my ownI got a camerafor every f**kin' inch of my homeIt's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a f**kI do a drive-by in my grandmas truckA G daddy left me at the age of threeNow every South Side crack-head pagin' me[SPM]Chill homie cut dad some slackSure he left our ass but that was way the f**k backYou all cot up hearin' blastin' on dubWe was only seven when our house got shot upMom was all bloody I saw that shitIt was just blast from the mirror it's alright kidYou blessed by God man you can't give upAnd run around town not givin' a f**kYeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shitIt's hard to be that mess-kin that came up so quickYou made it look easy but It's just an illusionYou did the impossible and took over HoustonNow everybody thinks they can do like youLosin' thousands and thousands on a half ass crewTalkin' down on you but you got nothing to proveLet 'em run they mouth all the f**k they want to[Los]Mutha f**k you nigga stop preachin' n'shitI grab my mutha f**kin' glock and start squeezin' my shitNo mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitchYou can't reach I'm too deep in these streets bitchDon't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' headCan't you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead,You gettin' soft now? You must wanna die tooall it takes is one bullet to kill me and you[gun shot]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 evilSome sniff paint and some shoot needleSome take shots with salt and lemon get f**ked up and beat they womenAll the children need someone to show them they can't be someoneMad at me 'cause I came up, I don't understand what y'all want[SPM]Say, Los, check this out, man[Los]What up, SPM?[SPM]Say, let's just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out[Los]Well, we could smoke a joint, I dunno about all that other shit[SPM]Ha-ha