"We Ain't Goin' Nowhere"(feat. Rasheed)
  [SPM]
  Master minded, boys get blinded
  Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find it
  Oh never mind it's right here
  Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphere
  Dear diary: my hood is so firery
  I remember when no one would hire me
  used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery
  A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me
  sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas
  take my niggas out to Ninfas,
  I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas
  the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,
  close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless
  Forever armed and dangerous
  Bubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a Blood
  I'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love
    [Chorus]
  [Rasheed & SPM]
  On fire
  "We ain't goin' nowhere"
  Hell nah homeboy
  "We ain't goin' nowhere"
  No way, no how
  "We ain't goin' nowhere"
  So fuck what you thought
  "We ain't goin' nowhere"
    [Rasheed]
  Here we go,
  It's them soldiers from the ghetto
  the "mero mero's"
  Rasheed puffing on golden pedals
  Acapulco style Colombians from mi end
  hydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'em
  crumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey)
  {but that leavin' might}?
  that I'ma love her so much
  when the hustlin' get behind her
  These senoritas be bangin' I hit 'em with the action
  assassination of the heart but won't be no attractions
  You see I'm calculating deep on my dividends
  be givin' up friends, I don't need none of that shit in the end
  Independent disposal is world wide
  Convulsion aside, the laboratory where the papers
  slide (slide, slide,slide)
  Purity assure me the highest quality
  I follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the Marriot
  I carry a hit from my head to the planet
  global, on my mobile, my click forever known
    [Chorus]
    [SPM]
  In God we trust,
  Partna, ain't no bossin' us
  I used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamus
  but now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hinges
  I guess I got my three wishes
  To rock the world like a muthafuckin' ounce of dope
  Niggas couldn't see me, even with a microscope
  I tag cities up, run right through 'em
  other labels wonder what the fuck I'm doin'
  I'm just pursuin' my dreams, it's not what it seems
  I just wanna see my people live like kings and queens
  Versace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirts
  You jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin' jerks
  but face it, all that hatin' is gay shit
  You mad cuz your house costs as much as my bracelet
  I'd rather die, then work for the man
  No more saving pennies, no more collecting cans
    [Chorus x2]