[ 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