[ VERSE 1 ] Smellin stale fresh out the county jail Coppers gave me hell in a cell But now its Mo' Murder to make mail They thought my heart was playin life at a different pitch But I stick to the scrip Dump a snitch in a ditch Its 94 I can't be fuckin around Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to draw down The only way I gets my mail is to be off in your ass With a AK or a Uzi screamin : Give me your cash nigga So back the fuck on up Cause can't nobody stop this nigga that's sellin the D that's raw and uncut Fuckin over fiends laughin in their face Sellin soap to niggas can die anyday Niggas come short up in them jacks G Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat We never thought that they would get him My nigga fought like a soldier we never knew that the bullet hit him Thought to myself was cocaine with my homie's life He picked the crime Do or Die now he pays the price To look of struggle on his face with his Gat in his hand My nigga died With the face of a desperate man
[ CHORUS ] 2 X So we can tease his face We can tease his face The face of a desperate man , Gyeah-man Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo So we can tease his face when him smokin the endo Butabyebye
[ VERSE 2 ] Check motherfuckin 1 check 1-2 I gotta gets my mail thats what I gotta do And don't nobody run up on me Cause Franklin and Grant is my only motherfuckin homies I made a deal with the devil and sold my soul Threw up a O.E. at fourteen-years old Young hog ass nigga never ever soft Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my balls off And all the youngsters sneakin pass the bottle Because the G's , pimps and hustlers was the motherfuckin role model And everytime we had a house party Was just a chance for a nigga to see another nigga's dead body And nobody stayed around for sequels Cause the nigga that was bustin was spreadin'em bullets around equal Now they mobbin I'm seein sparks hearin shots Pistol's pop Another motherfucker flop On the asphalt stuck by the foe-foe Flatline ambulance put him in the doe Loud screams from his homies yellin Imma smoke 'em Feelin bad cause his partners on blood choke 'em A touchin scene niggas screamin in the rain Looked in his homeboy's face His homie said his name Now he'd be lookin for that nigga with the Gat and Ready for that Redrum With the face of a desperate man
[ CHORUS ]
94 is gettin hostile nigga I gotta watch my shit mug on my face nigga hound-dog mean bitch I'm muggin every nigga that be walkin by Is it true can his hand be quicker than my eye I'm wonderin if I gotta pull out my steel Cause motherfuckers they can feel me they will look at me real So , foe to the motherfuckin foe If I have to let 'em know not to play me like a hoe Cause I sticks to the G code I unloads the clizzip and ease on down the road 1 and 1 Spice only I do my dirt about my motherfuckin lonely ( by myself nigga )
[ CHORUS ]
94 Spiggedy 1 with up on that ass Yeah Mean muggin every nigga that ride by Face of a desperate man nigga I gots to gets mine So if you try to take my shit Quick to bust a cap in that ass 94 Bloooooow Formally like that
Compositores: Anthony Banks, Robert Lee Green Jr (Spice 1) ECAD: Obra #25356084