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Face of a Desperate Man

Spice 1

AmeriKKKa's Nightmare

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Tekst piosenki
[ VERSE 1 ] Smellin' stale fresh out the county jail Coppers gave me hell in a cell But now its Mo' Murder to make mail They thought my heart was playin' life at a different pitch But I stick to the script, dump a snitch in a ditch It's '94 I can't be fuckin' around Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to drop down The only way I gets my mail is to be offin' yo' ass With a AK or a Uzi screamin'"give me your cash nigga" So back to fuck on up Cause can't nobody stop this nigga that's sellin a D that's raw and uncut Fuckin' over fiends Laughin' in their faces sellin' soap to niggas, could die any day Niggas come showin' up in them jacks, G Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat We never thought that they would get him My nigga fuck like it's over we'd never knew that the bullet hit him Thought to myself was cocaine with my homie's life He picked the crime Do or Die now he pays the price To look in struggle on his face with his gat in his hand My nigga died with the face of a desperate man [ Hook ] 2 X So we can tear this face We can tear this face The face of a desperate man , Gyeah-man Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo So we can tear his face when him smokin the endo Butabyebye [ VERSE 2 ] Check motherfuckin one check one two I gotta gets my mail, that's what I gotta do And don't nobody run up on me Cause Franklin and Grant is my only motherfuckin' homie I made a deal with the devil and sold my soul Threw up off O.E. at fourteen-years old Young hog ass nigga never ever soft Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my balls off And all the youngsters sneakin' pass the bottle Because the Gs, pimps, and hustlers was the motherfuckin' role model And every time we had a house party It was just the chance for a nigga to see another nigga dead body And nobody stayed around for sequels Cause the nigga that was bustin' was spreadin' bullets 'round equal Now they mobbin', I'm seein' sparks hearin' shots Pistols pop, another motherfucker flop On the asphalt, stuck by the fo'-fo' Flatline, ambulance put him in the do' Loud screams from his homies yellin' "I'mma smoke 'em!" Feelin' bad cause his partner's own blood choked him A touchin' scene, niggas screamin' in the rain Looked in his homeboy's face, his homie said his name Now he'll be lookin' for that nigga with the gat and Ready for that red rum with the face of a desperate man [ Hook ] '94 is gettin' hostile nigga I gotta watch my shit, mug on my face nigga, hound dog mean bitch I'm muggin' every nigga that be walkin' by Is it true can his hand be quicker than my eye? I'm wonderin' if I gotta pull out my steel Cause motherfuckers they can't feel me they won't look at me real So fo' to the motherfuckin fo' If I have to let 'em know not to play me like a ho Cause I sticks to the G code I unloads the clizip and ease on down the road 1 and 1 Spice only I do my dirt all by my motherfuckin lonely (by myself nigga) [ Hook ] 94 Spiggedy 1 with up on that ass Yeah Mean muggin every nigga that ride by Face of a desperate man nigga I gots to gets mine So if you try to take my shit Quick to bust a cap in that ass 94 Bloooooow Formally like that
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