Bosko - Faces of d**h lyrics

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 d**h man) the 187 The 187, the 187, the 187 (what you know about faces of d**h man?) The 187, the BLOAW! (*The 187 repeats in background then Jamaican singing*) (Spice 1) (Born to k**), reign sh** goes on right here, reign sh** player Chill man, chill, walk about, walk about the (casket) Serious motherf**er balls, spit my dime, f** the sidewalk man James Bridge just blowin down motherf**in train man (Casket), real type sh** man, huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body...) Watch them die over the drug and the white b**h man, the white bandit Watch them die over the Cocaine (*CHOKE*) faces of d**h man In the ghetto, projects what ever you want to call it We all the same man, we all in the same sh** (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 (n***a) (Spice 1) (East Bay Gangsta) East Bay Gangsta man, k** a rat Kick that gangsta sh** man word up (crazy) Motherf**in k**er, 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 n***a Thinkin bodies, dirty money, bloody Cocaine and Tech clips I play with pistol grips, dead n***as and lolly tips Suicidal sick sh**, a psychopathic lunatic Caught up in murder man, dirty up in this dead fool Faces of d**h, hog my dreams out of drains fools Pullin pistols, tellin n***as to get the f** back I'm regulatin sh**, there's money up on my dope track See I'm a soldier in this game, ain't nothin strange Got a n***a lyin on the floor with half of his f**in brains Murder and crazy it's just a part of the game n***as won't k** ya, just don't f** 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**in walk-by in your hood Better pack two clips up on your hips and it's all good That n***a d**h, he got more faces than a motherf**er So don't be shocked if you're naked, bleedin in your gutter, n***as Ay bwoy, ay this is... in this mother... Faces of d**h is an way gone past f** up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in your bed Faces of d**h is an way gone... f** all of your hoes, all in your bed, this is... in your bed, in this... Faces of d**h away, f** up all your hoes all in your bed, in your bed Faces of d**h is an way gone... (all right) f** 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 motherf**ers 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 wha**up n***a, where that chicken at? Where that chicken at n***a, wha**up Spice? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...