| Serious motherfucker balls, spit my dime, fuck the sidewalk man
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| James Bridge just blowin down motherfuckin train man
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| (Casket), real type shit man, huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body…)
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| Watch them die over the drug and the white bitch man, the white bandit
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| Watch them die over the Cocaine (*CHOKE*) faces of death man
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| In the ghetto, projects what ever you want to call it
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| We all the same man, we all in the same shit (S-P-I-C-E) word-a
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| We say the 187, the 187 (jealousy got me strapped) callin the murder
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| The 187, the 187 is in the fire (nigga)
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| (Spice 1)
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| (East Bay Gangsta) East Bay Gangsta man, kill a rat
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| Kick that gangsta shit man word up (crazy)
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| Motherfuckin killer, in this…
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| Me say the 187, the 187, the 187
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| The 187, the 187, the 187
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| The 187, the 187, the 187
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| The 187, the 187, the 187, the BLOAW!
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| (Spice 1)
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| Murder from the mind of a sick nigga
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| Thinkin bodies, dirty money, bloody Cocaine and Tech clips
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| I play with pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips
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| Suicidal sick shit, a psychopathic lunatic
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| Caught up in murder man, dirty up in this dead fool
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| Faces of Death, hog my dreams out of drains fools
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| Pullin pistols, tellin niggas to get the fuck back
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| I’m regulatin shit, there’s money up on my dope track
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| See I’m a soldier in this game, ain’t nothin strange
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| Got a nigga lyin on the floor with half of his fuckin brains
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| Murder and crazy it’s just a part of the game
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| Niggas won’t kill ya, just don’t fuck with their Caine
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| Mack 10 silencer all ya heard was screams (AHHHHHH!!!)
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| All I seen was the gleams from the Infra-Red beams
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| Another motherfuckin walk-by in your hood
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| Better pack two clips up on your hips and it’s all good
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| That nigga Death, he got more faces than a motherfucker
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| So don’t be shocked if you’re naked, bleedin in your gutter, niggas
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| Ay bwoy, ay this is… in this mother…
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| Faces of Death is an way gone past
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| Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in your bed
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| Faces of Death is an way gone…
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| Fuck all of your hoes, all in your bed, this is… in your bed, in this…
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| Faces of Death away, fuck up all your hoes all in your bed, in your bed
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| Faces of Death is an way gone… (all right)
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| Fuck up all your hoes in your bed (Twilight Zone to 1999 yet, Spice 1)
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| Don’t you ever… in your bed
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| East Bay Gangsta, gangsta ho, ooh (well all right, can you hang?)
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| Can you motherfuckers hang, I mean slang them thangs as they go?
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| Well, all right, ho, ho, ho, well I’m wrong
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| Say no, sing a sad song ohh, cause a
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| Cause a ho’s are gon' lay on, we all gon' hash one day
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| Well all right on, uh sayer, sprayer, East Bay, well on Willie
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| Mother pimp in the game, 187 faculty thang hey, well all right
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| Uh, BOSKO whassup nigga, where that chicken at?
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| Where that chicken at nigga, whassup Spice?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… |