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 'cause I fed the mice I'm the one they sent home 'cause 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 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' pedron 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 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' hoes shit It's hard to be that mess-kin 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't be someone Mad at me 'cause 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