[ 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 came to 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 to fuck on up
Cause can't nobody stop this nigga to sellin a D thats raw and uncut
Fuckin over fiends
Laughin in their faces sellin ?soap? to niggas can die anyday
Niggas come showed off in them jacks G
Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat
We never thought that they would get him
My nigga was like a soldier we'd 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 in 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 tear this face
We can tear this face
The face of a desperate man , Gyeah-man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So we can tear 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 homie
I made a deal with the devil and sold my soul
Through about O.E. and fourteen-years old
Young hog ass nigga never ever saw of
Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my brolls of
And all the youngsters sneakin pass the bottle
Becau
