Faces Of Death lyrics

Artist  : Spice 1 
Song : Faces Of Death



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 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**ker balls, spit my dime, f**k
the sidewalk man 
James Bridge just blowin down motherf**kin 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 bit*h
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 (nigga) 

(Spice 1) 
(East Bay Gangsta) East Bay Gangsta man, kill a
rat 
Kick that gangsta sh*t man word up (crazy) 
Motherf**kin 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 f**k
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
f**kin brains 
Murder and crazy it's just a part of the game 
Niggas won't kill ya, just don't f**k 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**kin 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
motherf**ker 
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 
f**k up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in
your bed 
Faces of Death is an way gone... 
f**k all of your hoes, all in your bed, this
is... in your bed, in this... 
Faces of Death away, f**k up all your hoes all in
your bed, in your bed 
Faces of Death is an way gone... (all right) 
f**k 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**kers 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 whassup nigga, where that chicken at? 
Where that chicken at nigga, whassup Spice? 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...