Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Faces of Death , by - Spice 1. Song from the album 1990 - Sick, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.06.1995
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Faces of Death |
| 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 (*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 shit (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 (nigga) |
| (Spice 1) |
| (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! |
| (Spice 1) |
| 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 (AHHHHHH!!!) |
| 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 ho, ooh (well all right, can you hang?) |
| Can you motherfuckers hang, I mean slang them thangs as they go? |
| Well, all right, ho, ho, ho, well I’m wrong |
| Say no, sing a sad song ohh, cause a |
| Cause a ho’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 whassup nigga, where that chicken at? |
| Where that chicken at nigga, whassup Spice? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… |