Faces Of Death Lyrics - Spice 1

Ay bwoy, ay, this is this is 

187, the 187, the (chill man) 187 

The 187, the 187, the 187 (187) 

The 187, the 187, the bloaw! 

(jump up in the house man, chill man) 

187, the 187, (faces of death man) the 187 

The 187, the 187, the 187 

(what you know about faces of death man?) 

The 187, the bloaw! 

(Born to kill), reign shit goes on right here, reign shit player 

Chill man, chill, walk about, walk about the (casket) 

Serious motherfucker balls, spit my dime, fuck the sidewalk man 

James Bridge just blowin down motherfuckin' train man 

(Casket), real type shit man, 

Huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body) 

Watch them die over the drug and the white bitch man, the white bandit 

Watch them die over the Cocaine faces of death man 

In the ghetto, projects what ever you want to call it 

We all the same man, we all in the same shit (S-P-I-see-E) word-a 

We say the 187, the 187 (jealousy got me strapped) callin the murder 

The 187, the 187 is in the fire (nigga) 

(East Bay Gangsta) East Bay Gangsta man, kill a rat 

Kick that gangsta shit man word up (crazy) 

Motherfuckin' killer, in this 

Me say the 187, the 187, the 187 

The 187, the 187, the 187 

The 187, the 187, the 187 

The 187, the 187, the 187, the bloaw! 

Murder from the mind of a sick nigga 

Thinkin' bodies, dirty money, bloody Cocaine and Tech clips 

I play with pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips 

Suicidal sick shit, a psychopathic lunatic 

Caught up in murder man, dirty up in this dead fool 

Faces of Death, hog my dreams out of drains fools 

Pullin' pistols, tellin' niggas to get the fuck back 

I'm regulatin shit, there's money up on my dope track 

See I'm a soldier in this game, ain't nothin' strange 

Got a nigga lyin' on the floor with half of his fuckin' brains 

Murder and crazy it's just a part of the game 

Niggas won't kill ya, just don't fuck with their Caine 

Mack 10 silencer all ya heard was screams (ah!) 

All I seen was the gleams from the Infra-Red beams 

Another motherfuckin' walk-by in your hood 

Better pack two clips up on your hips and it's all good 

That nigga Death, he got more faces than a motherfucker 

So don't be shocked if you're naked, bleedin' in your gutter, niggas 

Ay bwoy, ay this is in this mother 

Faces of Death is an way gone past 

Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in your bed 

Faces of Death is an way gone 

Fuck all of your hoes, all in your bed, 

This is in your bed, in this 

Faces of Death away, 

Fuck up all your hoes all in your bed, in your bed 

Faces of Death is an way gone (all right) 

Fuck up all your hoes in your bed 

(Twilight Zone to 1999 yet, Spice 1) 

Don't you ever in your bed 

East Bay Gangsta, gangsta hoe, ooh 

(well all right, can you hang?) 

Can you motherfuckers hang, 

I mean slang them thangs as they go? 

Well, all right, hoe, hoe, hoe, well I'm wrong 

Say no, sing a sad song ohh, 'cause a, 

Cause a hoe's are gon' lay on, we all gon' hash one day 

Well all right on, uh sayer, sprayer, East Bay, well on Willie 

Mother pimp in the game, 187 faculty thang hey, well all right 

Uh, BOSKO whats up nigga, where that chicken at? 

Where that chicken at nigga, whats up Spice? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah