Ay bwoy, ay, this is this is

187, the 187, the (chill man) 187
The 187, the 187, the 187 (187)
The 187, the 187, the bloaw!
(jump up in the house man, chill man)
187, the 187, (faces of death man) the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
(what you know about faces of death man?)
The 187, the bloaw!

(Born to kill), reign shit goes on right here, reign shit player
Chill man, chill, walk about, walk about the (casket)
Serious motherfucker balls, spit my dime, fuck the sidewalk man
James Bridge just blowin down motherfuckin' train man
(Casket), real type shit man,
Huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body)
Watch them die over the drug and the white bitch man, the white bandit
Watch them die over the Cocaine faces of death man
In the ghetto, projects what ever you want to call it
We all the same man, we all in the same shit (S-P-I-see-E) word-a
We say the 187, the 187 (jealousy got me strapped) callin the murder
The 187, the 187 is in the fire (nigga)

(East Bay Gangsta) East Bay Gangsta man, kill a rat
Kick that gangsta shit man word up (crazy)
Motherfuckin' killer, in this

Me say the 187, the 187, the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187, the bloaw!

Murder from the mind of a sick nigga
Thinkin' bodies, dirty money, bloody Cocaine and Tech clips
I play with pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips
Suicidal sick shit, a psychopathic lunatic
Caught up in murder man, dirty up in this dead fool
Faces of Death, hog my dreams out of drains fools
Pullin' pistols, tellin' niggas to get the fuck back
I'm regulatin shit, there's money up on my dope track
See I'm a soldier in this game, ain't nothin' strange
Got a nigga lyin' on the floor with half of his fuckin' brains
Murder and crazy it's just a part of the game
Niggas won't kill ya, just don't fuck with their Caine
Mack 10 silencer all ya heard was screams (ah!)
All I seen was the gleams from the Infra-Red beams
Another motherfuckin' walk-by in your hood
Better pack two clips up on your hips and it's all good
That nigga Death, he got more faces than a motherfucker
So don't be shocked if you're naked, bleedin' in your gutter, niggas

Ay bwoy, ay this is in this mother

Faces of Death is an way gone past
Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in your bed
Faces of Death is an way gone
Fuck all of your hoes, all in your bed,
This is in your bed, in this
Faces of Death away,
Fuck up all your hoes all in your bed, in your bed
Faces of Death is an way gone (all right)
Fuck up all your hoes in your bed
(Twilight Zone to 1999 yet, Spice 1)
Don't you ever in your bed
East Bay Gangsta, gangsta hoe, ooh
(well all right, can you hang?)

Can you motherfuckers hang,
I mean slang them thangs as they go?
Well, all right, hoe, hoe, hoe, well I'm wrong
Say no, sing a sad song ohh, 'cause a,
Cause a hoe's are gon' lay on, we all gon' hash one day
Well all right on, uh sayer, sprayer, East Bay, well on Willie
Mother pimp in the game, 187 faculty thang hey, well all right
Uh, BOSKO whats up nigga, where that chicken at?
Where that chicken at nigga, whats up Spice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BOSCO A. KANTE, ROBERT LEE GREEN