Lyrics Penitentiary Flow - SPM

Here we go.

Say this is freestyle Flow from the Penitentiary
SP on lock from the greed & jealousy
I'm a pay back soon, mama don't cry
Stay strong no matter what, even If I Die
I hold it down & still got more trees than Christmas
I'm a try to freestyle for about 93 minutes
In the days As A Youngsta at the Quick Snap
It was me, Pity Pat & his younger brother Black
Tio, Crooked, Pluck, Carrie, Mushey
Lil' Anthony, Craig & my nigga Abrae
Berry stealin' cars & Raymond started smokin'
5 O's raided houses like they playin' for Oakland
Jump out boys tryin' to catch Mr. Coy
'Cause I got more bricks in the wall than Pink Floyd
We looked up to drug dealers, growin' up fast
I lost an ounce down the sink 'cause I use the wrong glass
Fuck pickle jars & mayonnaise too
I bought a pyrex at the U of H school
I acted like a student, they tried to make me prove it.
Mexican's in college. Son are you stupid?
Stupid is what stupid does, then they all just looked at us
Finally they sold them to me, I went home & cooked it up
Rockafella a cappella I could just go on forever
Make you sound softer than a muthafuckin' golfer sweater
Spray that bam on my leather
Like girls spray perfume on a letter
SPM hard as ever, come on y'all all together
Cali back to Harlingen, there's no need for arguin'
I'm the hardest on this mic, man they know what is happenin'.
Uh man.