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