Face Of A Desperate Man (LP Version) chords and lyrics - SPICE 1

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Smellin' [Em]stale fresh out the [Dm]county jail
Coppers gave me [Am]hell in a cell
But now its [Em]Mo' Murder to
make mail
They thought my heart was playin'
[Dm]life at a different pitch
[Am]But I stick to the scrip
[Em]Dump a snitch in a ditch
Its 94 I came to be [Dm]fuckin' around
Para[Am]noia of a jack so I'm
[Em]quick to draw down
The only way I gets my mail is
to be [Dm]off in your ass
With a [A]AK or a Uzi [Am]scream
in'
[G]Give me your cash nigga
[Em]So back to fuck on u[Dm]p
Cause can't [Am]nobody stop this nigga to
sellin' a [Em]D that's raw and uncut
Fuckin' over fiends
[Dm]Laughin in their [Am]faces sellin' "soap"
to nig[Em]gas can die anyday
Niggas come showed
off in them [Dm]jacks G
Another [Am]homie eyes wide open
[Em]dead in my backseat
We never thought that they would [Dm]get him
My nigga [Am]was like a soldier we'd never
knew that the [Em]bullet hit him
Thought to myself was co
[Dm]caine with my homie's life
[Am]He picked the crime Do or Die
now he [Em]pays the price
To look in struggle on his [Dm]face
with his Gat in his hand
[A]My nigga die[Am]d
[Em]With[G] the f[Em]ace [Dm]of a des[Am]perate
[Em]man[Dm]

[Verse 2]
[Chorus: x2] [Am]So
we can tear this face
[Em]We c[Dm]an tear this face
The [Am]face of a desperate man,
[Em]Gyea[Dm]h- man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So [Am]we can tear his [A]face
when him [Am]smokin the en[G]do
[Em]Butabyebye
Check [Dm]motherfuckin' 1 check

[Verse 3]
[Am]1- 2
I gotta gets my mail [Em]that's what
I gotta do
And don't nobody run up [Dm]on me
[Am]Cause Fran[A]klin and G[Am]rant is my
only mother[G]fuckin' homie
[Em]I made a deal with the devil[Dm]
and sold [Am]my soul
Through about O.E. and
[Em]fourteen- years old
Young hog ass [Dm]nigga never ever saw of
[Am]Got me a strap and learned n[Em]ot to
shoot my brolls of
And all the youngsters sneakin
[Dm]pass the bottle
Because the [Am]G's, pimps and hustlers was
the [Em]motherfuckin' role model
And every time we had a [Dm]house party
Was just the [Am]chance for a nigga to see an
[Em]other nigga's dead body
And nobody stayed [Dm]around for sequels
Cause the [Am]nigga that was bustin' was
[Em]spreadin' bullets around equal
Now they mobbin'
I'm [Dm]seein' sparks hearin' shots
[Am]Pistol's poppe[Em]d
Another motherfucker flopped
On the ass first [Dm]up by[Am] the 44
Flatline ambulance put him [Em]in the door
Loud screams from his [Dm]homies
yellin' Imma smoke [Am]'em
Feelin bad 'cause his partners
on [Em]blood joke 'em
A touchin scene [Dm]nig gas
screamin' in the rain
[Am]Looked in his homeboy'[Em]s face
His homie said his name
Now he'd be lookin' for that
[Dm]nigga with the Gat and
[A]Ready [Am]for that Redrum
With the [G]face [Em]of a [Dm]despe[Am]rate man[Em]
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[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 4]
[Chorus] [Em]94 is gettin'
hot style nigga
[Dm]I gotta watch my shit mug [A]on my face[Am]
[G]nigga ?? dog mean [Em]bitch
I'm muggin' every [Dm]nigga that be walkin by
[A]Is it true can his han[Am]d
be quicker [G]than my eye
[Em]I'm wonderin if I gotta
[Dm]pull out my steel
Cause mother[Am]fuckers they can
feel me they will [Em]look at me real
So, flow to the [Dm]motherfuckin' 4
If I [Am]have to let 'em know not to
[Em]play me like a hoe
Cause I sticks to the [Dm]G code
I [Am]unloads the clizip and [Em]ease
on down the road
1 and 1 Spice [Dm]only
I do my [Am]dirt about my motherfuckin' lonely [G](by myself[Em][Dm][Am]
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[Am]nigg[Dm]a)[G][Em]
[Chorus]
[Dm]Ninety four

[Verse 5]
[Am]
Spiggedy 1 with up on that [Em]ass
Yeah
Mean muggin' [Dm]every nigga
that ride [Am]by
Face of a desper[Em]ate man nigga
I gots to gets mine
So if you [Dm]try to take my shit
[Am]Quick to bust a cap in that [Em]ass
Ninety four
[Dm]Blow
Formally like [Am]that[Em]

[Outro 1]
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