lirik lagu spice 1 - faces of death
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!
(-the 187 repeats in background then jamaican singing-)
(spice 1)
(born to kill), reign sh-t goes on right here, reign sh-t player
chill man, chill, walk about, walk about the (casket)
serious motherf-cker b-lls, spit my dime, f-ck the sidewalk man
james bridge just blowin down motherf-ckin train man
(casket), real type sh-t man, huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body…)
watch them die over the drug and the white b-tch man, the white bandit
watch them die over the cocaine (-choke-) 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 sh-t (s-p-i-c-e) word-a
we say the 187, the 187 (jealousy got me strapped) callin the murder
the 187, the 187 is in the fire (n-gg-)
(spice 1)
(east bay gangsta) east bay gangsta man, kill a rat
kick that gangsta sh-t man word up (crazy)
motherf-ckin 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!
(spice 1)
murder from the mind of a sick n-gg-
thinkin bodies, dirty money, bl–dy cocaine and tech clips
i play with pistol grips, dead n-gg-s and lolly tips
suicidal sick sh-t, 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 n-gg-s to get the f-ck back
i’m regulatin sh-t, there’s money up on my dope track
see i’m a soldier in this game, ain’t nothin strange
got a n-gg- lyin on the floor with half of his f-ckin brains
murder and crazy it’s just a part of the game
n-gg-s won’t kill ya, just don’t f-ck with their caine
mack 10 silencer all ya heard was screams (ahhhhhh!)
all i seen was the gleams from the infra-red beams
another motherf-ckin walk-by in your hood
better pack two clips up on your hips and it’s all good
that n-gg- death, he got more faces than a motherf-cker
so don’t be shocked if you’re naked, bleedin in your gutter, n-gg-s
ay bwoy, ay this is… in this mother…
faces of death is an way gone past
f-ck up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in your bed
faces of death is an way gone…
f-ck all of your hoes, all in your bed, this is… in your bed, in this…
faces of death away, f-ck up all your hoes all in your bed, in your bed
faces of death is an way gone… (all right)
f-ck 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 motherf-ckers 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 wh-ssup n-gg-, where that chicken at?
where that chicken at n-gg-, wh-ssup spice?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…
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