Ant Banks - Face of a Desperate Man lyrics

[ 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 script, dump a snitch in a ditch It's '94 I can't be f**in' around Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to drop down The only way I gets my mail is to be offin' yo' a** With a AK or a Uzi screamin'"give me your cash n***a" So back to f** on up Cause can't nobody stop this n***a that's sellin a D that's raw and uncut f**in' over fiends Laughin' in their faces sellin' soap to n***as, could die any day n***as come showin' up in them jacks, G Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat We never thought that they would get him My n***a f** like it's over we'd never knew that the bullet hit him Thought to myself was c**aine 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 n***a died with the face of a desperate man [ Hook ] 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 motherf**in one check one two I gotta gets my mail, that's what I gotta do And don't nobody run up on me Cause Franklin and Grant is my only motherf**in' homie I made a deal with the devil and sold my soul Threw up off O.E. at fourteen-years old Young hog a** n***a never ever soft Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my balls off And all the youngsters sneakin' pa** the bottle Because the Gs, pimps, and hustlers was the motherf**in' role model And every time we had a house party It was just the chance for a n***a to see another n***a dead body And nobody stayed around for sequels Cause the n***a that was bustin' was spreadin' bullets 'round equal Now they mobbin', I'm seein' sparks hearin' shots Pistols pop, another motherf**er flop On the asphalt, stuck by the fo'-fo' Flatline, ambulance put him in the do' Loud screams from his homies yellin' "I'mma smoke 'em!" Feelin' bad cause his partner's own blood choked him A touchin' scene, n***as screamin' in the rain Looked in his homeboy's face, his homie said his name Now he'll be lookin' for that n***a with the gat and Ready for that red rum with the face of a desperate man [ Hook ] '94 is gettin' hostile n***a I gotta watch my sh**, mug on my face n***a, hound dog mean b**h I'm muggin' every n***a 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 motherf**ers they can't feel me they won't look at me real So fo' to the motherf**in fo' If I have to let 'em know not to play me like a ho Cause I sticks to the G code I unloads the clizip and ease on down the road 1 and 1 Spice only I do my dirt all by my motherf**in lonely (by myself n***a) [ Hook ] 94 Spiggedy 1 with up on that a** Yeah Mean muggin every n***a that ride by Face of a desperate man n***a I gots to gets mine So if you try to take my sh** Quick to bust a cap in that a** 94 Bloooooow Formally like that