Papoose - Faces Of Death lyrics
rate meI like to welcome ya'll niggaz to Faces of Death... take a deep breathe... don't be afraid
Papoose, let's go!
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then
Take his fate off the face of his cranium
Take a taste of your flesh,
I break the plate in ya vest,
I hope you takin ya breath,
Cause this is faces of death,
I left the flesh molded,
Cause I'm the best and all the rest know it,
I'm papoose, the life or death poet,
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then
Take his fate off the face of his cranium
A young hustla on the block selling his jacks,
They told him he can't hustle now he dressed with his gat,
Hit him right between the eyes, dead in the head with the mac,
Heard how his melon just cracked? Faces of death!
Finally got her in the telly, she prettied that ass fat,
Pulled out a condom, and she told you "don't use that",
But you ain't see the monkey is sitting right on her back,
Now you positive and you trapped, faces of death!
Stick up kids see a big woolie who flossin,
Back the nigga down and took his jewelry off him,
But he ain't pat him down good enough and it cost him,
He gripped up on the larson, faces of death!
*This wild nigga always known for pickin his gun up,
Got caught for a body from some nigga he stuck up,
The judge gave him 25 to life he fucked up,
Went to his cell and hung up, faces of death!
This nigga drunk drivin while he smoking his ganja,
They told him "slow down" but he told em "I gotcha",
He crashed, everybody died 'cept for the driver,
He the only survivor, faces of death!
The project looks like oversized tombstones
Guess the ghetto is a graveyard we do em homes,
Been here before so my spirit carries a used soul
My soul cant carry my flesh so i used bones
Im a death poet thu life i consume poems
Words cant kill these niggas so i use chrome
I rhyme about swingin n pullin them lamaz out
Thats what Im about
Stick my gun in ya momma's mouth
What ya holl'in bout
Yall niggas know what the Stuy about
We dont do drive by's over here we hoppin out
You say you all about cheeze
What you some kind mouse
Ya man doin biz up north you ridin south
If grams was years im 2 years from a proper ounce
I strategize without a doubt
Niggas will make you think the beef dead then wait for
you outside ya house;
Thats why I stay on top of my beef like sour crout
I done copped enough yayo to survive a drought
But now i travel around a route
so put this in ya calculator if you dunno how to count
You gotta multiply J by 9 to equal my amount
Kus they scream holla back you poke em they holla ouch
So we dont bang witout a slouch
Real Brooklyn niggas got alotta clout
When we go to jail we put the telephone in our back pockets
this our house
You taken food out our mouth
By not livin what you rhyme about
We bout and bout
These rappers be foulin out
I get a hunnit million Im whallin out
Ima bail out every muthafuckin body in Rykers out
Let all the revolutionaries and lifers out
Leave the dry snitches dryin out
Im thug a catin' nympho
Dressed in the physical of a negro
My soul look thru it
My eye are just windows
Make sure ya man good with ya kids kus on the little
When you die he gon be the one fuckin ya widow
Aint whallin out I just deliver you real info
I analyze niggas when Im blowin indo
That aint ya man you only rode wit him kus he let his chick go
You catch Drama he pop off he a hero
But in the streets that dont add up to zero
Matter fact bring your hero
I switch G's I lay you on top of ya man and let the clip go
So I hope you like swizz G's on ya hero
Now I laid me down to sleep,
I pray to lord my soul will keep,
If the reaper come for me I put a hole in my sheets,
Every time I go to sleep I sleep holdin my heat,
If these upcoming rappers die before I wake,
The industry will be mine and I get all this cake*
Thanks to sol avraam for these lyrics
Thanks to Lil Reyna for these lyrics
