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

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 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
 Because the G's , pimps and hustlers was the motherfuckin role model
 And everytime we had a house party
 Was just the chance for a nigga to see another nigga's dead body
 And nobody stayed around for sequels
 Cause the nigga that was bustin was spreadin bullets around equal
 Now they mobbin
 I'm seein sparks hearin shots
 Pistol's popped
 Another motherfucker flopped
 On the ass first up by the 44
 Flatline ambulance put him in the door
 Loud screams from his homies yellin Imma smoke 'em
 Feelin bad cause his partners on blood joke 'em
 A touchin scene niggas screamin in the rain
 Looked in his homeboy's face
 His homie said his name
 Now he'd be lookin for that nigga with the Gat and
 Ready for that Redrum
 With the face of a desperate man

 [ CHORUS ]

 94 is gettin hot style nigga
 I gotta watch my shit mug on my face nigga ?? dog mean bitch
 I'm muggin every nigga 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 motherfuckers they can feel me they will look at me real
 So , flow to the motherfuckin 4
 If I have to let 'em know not to play me like a hoe
 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 about my motherfuckin lonely ( by myself nigga )

 [ CHORUS ]

 94
 Spiggedy 1 with up on that ass
 Yeah
 Mean muggin every nigga that ride by
 Face of a desperate man nigga
 I gots to gets mine
 So if you try to take my shit
 Quick to bust a cap in that ass
 94
 Bloooooow
 Formally like that