SPM vs Los Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D]
[G]I was

[Verse 1]
raised on [D]beans and [G]rice
and if you shot up [D]my [F#m]crib I
[D]wouldn't be [F#m]sur prised
[D]Mama [G]used to [D]trip 'cause I [F#m]fed the mi[D]ce
[G]I'm the one they sent home
[D]'cause my head had [F#m]lice[D]
I'm the kid that lost my sanity
[G]I'm the kid that had the toys
[D]with no batteries
[G]Mama sat me down for some
seri[D]ous [G]talks
On how to keep the rats
[D]out the cereal [F#m]box[D]

[Verse 2]
I [D]feel you homie nigga I lived
that shit nigga I felt that shit
We never felt so rich those were
the [C]good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was be
-be
guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
When you star[D]ted to smoke
that's when you changed
The weed hit [Bm]the brain [D]and
the man thought he came
It was joint, [C]after joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin'
brain was destroyed
Now you [D]got children and a beautiful wife
The kinda money that you
make nigga you set for life
En[C]joy your self man you only live once
Take your family vacation and
relax for [G]a m[D]onth

[Verse 3]
I'mma [D]smoke 'till I croak
nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need [Bm]sev en [D]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 [A]sippin' [D]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 in my
[Bm]grand[D]mas [Bm]truck
[D]A G[Bm] daddy left me at the age[D] of three
Now every South Side
crack-head pagin' me

[Verse 4]
me
[D]Chill homie cut dad some slack
Sure he left our ass but that
was way the fuck back
You all [C]cot up hearin' blastin' on dub
We was only [D]seven [C]when
our house got shot up
Mo[D]m was all bloody I saw that shit
It was just [Bm]blast from the
[D]mirror it's alright kid
You blessed [C]by God man
you can't give up
And run around town not givin' [Am]a fuck
[C]Yeah [D]of course they jealous
and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that mess-kin
that that came up so quick
You made it look [C]easy but
It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and
took over Houston
Now [D]everybody thinks they
can do like you
Losin' thousands and thousands
on a half ass crew
Talkin' [C]down on you but
you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they mouth all
the fuck they [D]want to

[Verse 5]
Mutha [D]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
[D]Can't you see these jealous
bitches pray for us to be dead,
[D]You gettin' soft now? You
must want to die too
all it takes is one bullet to kill me and you
[D]Damn dawg,

[Verse 6]
[D]
you hear that gun shot?
Soundin' like [D]it came from SPM's room!
Lets go check it out!
[D]

[Verse 7]
[D]All my people fight da evil
Some sniff paint [Eb]and some shoot [D]needle
Some [C]take shots with salt and lemon get
fucked up and beat they women
[Eb]All the children need [D]someone to s[Eb]how
them [D]they can't be someone
Mad [C]at me 'cause I came up,
I don't understand what y'all [D]want

[Verse 8]
Say, Los, check [D]this out, man

[Verse 9]
[D]What up, SPM?

[Verse 10]
Say, let's just smoke and [D]joint,
man [C]and try to work this thing out

[Verse 11]
[C]Well, we could smoke a joint,
I dunno about all that other shit
Ha-ha

[Outro 1]
[D]Ha-ha
[C]