South Park - SPM vs. Los lyrics

[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 [SPM] I feel you homie n***a I lived that sh** n***a I felt that sh** We never felt so rich those were the good a** 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 f**in' brain was destroyed Now you got children and a beautiful wife The kinda money that you make n***a you set for life Enjoy your self man you only live once Take your family vacation and relax for a month [Los] I'mma smoke 'till I croak n***a f** bein' broke n***a I need seven bedrooms and my boat n***a 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 sh** on my own I got a camera for every f**in' inch of my home It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a f** 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 [SPM] Chill homie cut dad some slack Sure he left our a** but that was way the f** 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 sh** 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 f** Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes sh** 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 a** crew Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to prove Let 'em run they mouth all the f** they want to [Los] Mutha f** you n***a stop preachin' n'sh** I grab my mutha f**in' glock and start squeezin' my sh** No mercy for the weak b**h so save yo' speech b**h You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets b**h Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head Can't you see these jealous b**hes pray for us to be dead, You gettin' soft now? You must wanna die too all it takes is one bullet to k** 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 evil Some sniff paint and some shoot needle Some take shots with salt and lemon get f**ed 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 [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 sh** [SPM] Ha-ha