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letra de face of a desperate man - spice 1

smellin’ stale fresh out the county jail coppers gave me h-ll 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 scrip dump a snitch in a ditch
it’s ’94 i came to be f-ckin’ around
paranoia of a jack so i’m quick to draw down
the only way i gets my mail is to be off in your -ss
with a ak or a uzi screamin’, “give me your cash n-gg-”

so back to f-ck on up
’cause can’t n-body stop this n-gg- to sellin’ a d
that’s raw and uncut f-ckin’ over fiends
laughin’ in their faces sellin’ soap to n-gg-s can die any day
n-gg-s come showed off in them jacks g
another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat
we never thought that they would get him
my n-gg- was like a soldier 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 n-gg- died with the face of a desperate man

so we can tear this face, we can tear this face
the face of a desperate man, g yeah-man
so we can tear his face when him smokin’ the endo

check motherf-ckin’ 1 check 1, 2
i gotta gets my mail thats what i gotta do
and don’t n-body run up on me
’cause franklin and grant is my only motherf-ckin’ homie
i made a deal with the devil and sold my soul
through about o.e. and fourteen-years old
young hog -ss n-gg- never ever saw
got me a strap and learned not to shoot my brolls of
and all the youngsters sneakin’ p-ss the bottle
because the g’s, pimps and hustlers was the motherf-ckin’ role model

and every time we had a house party
was just the chance for a n-gg- to see another n-gg-‘s dead body
and n-body stayed around for sequels
’cause the n-gg- that was bustin’ was spreadin’ bullets around equal
now they mobbin’ i’m seein’ sparks hearin’ shots
pistol’s popped another motherf-cker flopped
on the -ss first up by the 44 flat line ambulance put him in the door
loud screams from his homies yellin’ i’m a smoke ’em
feelin’ bad cause his partners on blood joke ’em a touchin’ scene
n-gg-s screamin’ in the rain looked in his homeboys face
his homie said his name now he’d be lookin’ for that n-gg-
with the gat and ready for that re drum
with the face of a desperate man

so we can tear this face, we can tear this face
the face of a desperate man, g yeah-man
so we can tear his face when him smokin’ the endo

94 is gettin hot style n-gg-, i gotta watch my sh-t
mug on my face n-gg- hound dog mean b-tch
i’m muggin’ every n-gg- 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 motherf-ckers they can feel me they will look at me real
so, flow to the motherf-ckin’ 4, if i have to let ’em know
not to play me like a hoe ’cause i sticks to the g code
i unloads the clips and ease on down the road
1 and 1 spice only i do my dirt about my motherf-ckin’ lonely

so we can tear this face, we can tear this face
the face of a desperate man, g yeah-man
so we can tear his face when him smokin’ the endo

94, spiggedy 1 with up on that -ss, yeah
mean muggin’ every n-gg- that ride by
face of a desperate man n-gg-, i got to gets mine
so if you try to take my sh-t
quick to bust a cap in that -ss
94 blow, formally like that

- spice 1

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