Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sometime Faces, artist - Buddha Monk. Album song The Prophecy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.07.1998
Record label: Edel
Song language: English
Sometime Faces |
Now tell me, just let me get you now |
Ya right there God |
Innocent bystanders |
You can’t do that |
What up God? |
(Smiling faces. smiling faces. sometimes) |
Come. |
come follow me |
(Smiling faces. smiling faces. sometimes) |
Come follow me on this journey of deep darkness |
Where most niggas bust off slugs and do robberies |
The victims are some known and some unknown |
While the good die yound and the bad makes it home |
Here’s an innocent bystander, shot while out, random |
By this kid named Ty who received his first handgun |
Bobby’s hot from two shots that tore his knot |
Now the doctor prescribed, he might not live long? |
He got his vest on, suited up with army fatigues |
To find this kid, and make sure I make his ass bleed |
Now we multiple by six, a pick and mad up the fast? |
Flintch, nigga move and ya bound to get hit |
We tied his rich, the nigga started screamin like a bitch |
Now his eyes red, blood drippin out of his head |
Is he dead? |
No, never take his motherfuckin? |
His last request, asked to remove his last breathe |
Grabbed his chest and separated the head from the neck |
Now? |
to make a meal with your man from out of state |
You first mistake, hated the nigga who sells weights |
On the corner, fifth and eighth is where he caught the mad papes |
He once moved faster than a rock off the place |
Set up a plate, called over to this gril named Chase |
Her skin is smooth,? |
than a buck-fifty inch |
Dressed up in lace, watered hair, long, black and fake |
Her skin is caped, nails done up by fuckin stakes |
Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is goin great |
He asked the name, my friends call me? |
He didn’t know the plan was to stop his money flow |
He lay in the land of the dreams, saw how to suck Stacy’s toes |
Now Mr. Large comes in from the back row |
]From where I stand, it looked like he had a fo'-fo' |
His mistakes, ah, she burns rubber from the Ac' |
Now the nigga lays, just lays flat on his back |
Her surprise, he didn’t look with his right eye |
Or the third eye, now the streets rain bloody murder |
The nigga lost, caught two slugs from a a thug |
In his mug, another body bagged, was drugged |
Smilling faces, smiling faces. |
sometimes (x8) |