Face of a Desperate Man
Spice 1 Lyrics

Smellin' stale fresh out the county jail
Just released from jail and carrying the smell of the jail on him

Coppers gave me hell in a cell
The police made his time in jail very difficult

But now its Mo' Murder to make mail
He has turned to selling drugs and committing murder to make money

They thought my heart was playin' life at a different pitch
People underestimated him and thought he was not capable of a life of crime

But I stick to the scrip
He is committed to his criminal lifestyle

Dump a snitch in a ditch
He will kill anyone who snitches on him

Its 94 I came to be fuckin' around
He is determined to succeed in his criminal endeavors in 1994

Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to draw down
He is always alert and ready to shoot someone who may be a threat to him

The only way I gets my mail is to be off in your ass
He will use violence to make money

With a AK or a Uzi screamin' Give me your cash nigga
He will use assault weapons to rob people

So back to fuck on up
He warns anyone who tries to challenge him to leave him alone

Cause can't nobody stop this nigga to sellin' a D that's raw and uncut
He is confident that he can sell drugs without getting caught

Fuckin' over fiends
He is taking advantage of drug addicts

Laughin in their faces sellin' "soap" to niggas can die anyday
He is selling drugs that could potentially kill people and finds it humorous

Niggas come showed off in them jacks G
People flaunt their expensive cars and clothing

Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat
One of his friends was killed and is now in the back of his car

We never thought that they would get him
They did not expect their friend to be killed

My nigga was like a soldier we'd never knew that the bullet hit him
His friend was brave like a soldier and did not see his death coming

Thought to myself was cocaine with my homie's life
He reflects on the fact that his friend died because of their cocaine dealings

He picked the crime Do or Die now he pays the price
His friend chose a life of crime and is now dead

To look in struggle on his face with his Gat in his hand
He sees his friend's face, struggling with a gun in his hand

My nigga died With the face of a desperate man
His friend died looking desperate and hopeless

So we can tear this face
He is angry and wants to hurt someone

The face of a desperate man, Gyeah-man
He is referring to his deceased friend's face

Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
Repeating nonsensical phrases

I gotta gets my mail that's what I gotta do
He needs to make money to survive

Cause Franklin and Grant is my only motherfuckin' homie
He has limited friends

I made a deal with the devil and sold my soul
He has done whatever it takes to succeed, even if it means compromising his values

Through about O.E. and fourteen-years old
He started drinking and involved in crime at a young age

Young hog ass nigga never ever saw of
He was naive and did not know what he was getting into

Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my brolls of
He acquired a gun and learned how to use it without accidentally shooting himself

And every time we had a house party
Parties always ended in violence

Was just the chance for a nigga to see another nigga's dead body
Parties always ended with someone being killed

And nobody stayed around for sequels
Everyone left because they knew violence would occur

Cause the nigga that was bustin' was spreadin' bullets around equal
The shooter did not care who they hit, everyone was a target

Now they mobbin'
They are moving together as a group

I'm seein' sparks hearin' shots
He is witnessing a gunfight

Pistol's popped Another motherfucker flopped
People are getting shot and falling to the ground

On the ass first up by the 44
Someone has been shot in the backside with a .44 caliber gun

Flatline ambulance put him in the door
The victim is being taken away in an ambulance, but is most likely dead

Loud screams from his homies yellin' Imma smoke 'em
The victim's friends are vowing to take revenge on the shooter

Feelin bad 'cause his partners on blood joke 'em
He feels guilty for indirectly causing the death of someone's friend

A touchin scene niggas screamin' in the rain
People are emotional and crying out in the rain

Looked in his homeboy's face
He looks at his friend's face

His homie said his name
His friend is dying and says his own name

Now he'd be lookin' for that nigga with the Gat and
He is seeking revenge on the shooter

Ready for that Redrum
He is prepared to commit murder

With the face of a desperate man
Like his friend who died, he is now desperate and seeking revenge

Ninety four
Reiterating the year

Is gettin' hot style nigga
Things are getting more dangerous

I gotta watch my shit mug on my face nigga ?? dog mean bitch
He needs to be cautious and protect himself

I'm muggin' every nigga that be walkin by
He is staring angrily at everyone who passes by

Is it true can his hand be quicker than my eye
He is wondering if someone can outsmart him in a fight

So, flow to the motherfuckin' 4
He is from the 40s, a street gang in California

If I have to let 'em know not to play me like a hoe
He will retaliate if someone disrespects him

Cause I sticks to the G code
He follows the code of conduct of the street gang culture

I unloads the clizip and ease on down the road
He is ready to use his gun and leave the area

I do my dirt about my motherfuckin' lonely (by myself nigga)
He is a solo criminal and does not have a crew to help him