Face Of A Desperate Man Lyrics - Spice 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 scrip 

Dump a snitch in a ditch 

Its 94 I came to be fuckin' 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 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 to sellin' a D that's raw and uncut 

Fuckin' over fiends 

Laughin in their faces sellin' "soap" to niggas can die anyday 

Niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga died 

With the face of a desperate man 

[Chorus: x2] 

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 

Check motherfuckin' 1 check 1-2 

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 

Through about O.E. and fourteen-years old 

Young hog ass nigga never ever saw of 

Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my brolls of 

And all the youngsters sneakin pass the bottle 

Because the G's, pimps and hustlers was the motherfuckin' role model 

And every time we had a house party 

Was just the chance for a nigga to see another nigga's dead body 

And nobody stayed around for sequels 

Cause the nigga that was bustin' was spreadin' bullets around equal 

Now they mobbin' 

I'm seein' sparks hearin' shots 

Pistol's popped 

Another motherfucker flopped 

On the ass first up by the 44 

Flatline ambulance put him in the door 

Loud screams from his homies yellin' Imma smoke 'em 

Feelin bad 'cause his partners on blood joke 'em 

A touchin scene niggas screamin' in the rain 

Looked in his homeboy's face 

His homie said his name 

Now he'd be lookin' for that nigga with the Gat and 

Ready for that Redrum 

With the face of a desperate man 

[Chorus] 

94 is gettin' hot style nigga 

I gotta watch my shit mug on my face nigga ?? 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 feel me they will look at me real 

So, flow to the motherfuckin' 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 clizip and ease on down the road 

1 and 1 Spice only 

I do my dirt about my motherfuckin' lonely (by myself nigga) 

[Chorus] 

Ninety four 

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 

Ninety four 

Blow 

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