Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sometime Faces , by - Buddha Monk. Song from the album The Prophecy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.07.1998
Record label: Edel
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sometime Faces , by - Buddha Monk. Song from the album The Prophecy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопSometime 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) |
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