Papoose - Faces Of Death Lyrics
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    Faces Of Death

    I like to welcome ya'll niggas to Faces of Death... take a deep breathe... don't be afraid
    Papoose, let's go!
    I take the grace from him
    Break his fate when I'm blazin him
    Place him straight in the grave and then
    Take his fate off the face of his cranium
    Take a taste of your flesh
    I break the plate in ya flesh
    I hope you takin ya breath
    Cause this is faces of death
    I left the flesh molded
    Cause I'm the best and all the rest know it
    I'm papoose, the life or death poet
    I take the grace from him
    Break his fate when I'm blazin him
    Place him straight in the grave and then
    Take his fate off the face of his cranium
    A young hustla on the block selling his jacks
    They told him he can't hustle now he dressed with his gat
    Hit him right between the eyes, dead in the head with the mac
    Heard how his melon just cracked? Faces of death!
    Finally got her in the telly, she prettied that ass fat
    Pulled out a condom, and she told you "don't use that"
    But you ain't see the monkey is sitting right on her back
    Now you positive and you trapped, faces of death!
    Stick up kids see a big woolie who flossin
    Back the nigga down and took his jewelry off him
    But he ain't pat him down good enough and it cost him
    He gripped up on the larson, faces of death!
    This nigga drunk drivin while he smoking his ganja
    They told him "slow down" but he told em "I gotcha"
    He crashed, everybody died 'cept for the driver
    He the only survivor, faces of death!
    I take the grace from him
    Break his fate when I'm blazin him
    Place him straight in the grave and then
    Take his fate off the face of his cranium
    Take a taste of your flesh
    I break the plate in ya flesh
    I hope you takin ya breath
    Cause this is faces of death
    I left the flesh molded
    Cause I'm the best and all the rest know it
    I'm papoose, the life or death poet
    I take the grace from him
    Break his fate when I'm blazin him
    Place him straight in the grave and then
    Take his fate off the face of his cranium
    This wild nigga always known for pickin his gun up
    Got caught for a body from some nigga he stuck up
    The judge gave him 25 to life, he f*cked up
    Went to his cell and hung up, faces of death!
    This girl got a boyfriend, she taking him seriously
    She love him so much that he broke her virginity
    After that he called her and told her it was quits
    She went in the room and slit her wrists, faces of death!
    This lady goin' to work tryin to feed her children
    The ain't know it was war cause she just a civilian
    Two airplanes crashed into the buildings
    She got crushed by a ceiling, faces of death!
    A father left a loaded gun under his mattress
    His 4 year old son walked in and grabbed it
    He thought it was a toy so he cocked it and clapped it
    His body fell down backwards, faces of death!
    I take the grace from him
    Break his fate when I'm blazin him
    Place him straight in the grave and then
    Take his fate off the face of his cranium
    Take a taste of your flesh
    I break the plate in ya flesh
    I hope you takin ya breath
    Cause this is faces of death
    I left the flesh molded
    Cause I'm the best and all the rest know it
    I'm papoose, the life or death poet
    I take the grace from him
    Break his fate when I'm blazin him
    Place him straight in the grave and then
    Take his fate off the face of his cranium
    The projects look like oversized tombstones
    Guess the ghetto is a graveyard, we do em homes
    Been here before, so my spirit carry a used soul
    My soul can't carry my flesh, so I use bones
    I'm a death poet, through life I consume poems
    Words can't kill em, so I use chrome
    Next time you looking in the mirror, you better pinch your flesh
    Make sure the face in your mirror ain't a face of death
    Next time you eating your food, take a deep breath
    Make your the taste in your mouth ain't a taste of death
    Now I laid me down to sleep
    I pray to lord my soul will keep
    If the reaper come for me I put a hole in my sheets
    Every time I go to sleep I sleep holdin my heat
    If these upcoming rappers die before I wake
    The industry will be mine and I get all this cake
    I take the grace from him
    Break his fate when I'm blazin him
    Place him straight in the grave and then
    Take his fate off the face of his cranium
    Take a taste of your flesh
    I break the plate in ya flesh
    I hope you takin ya breath
    Cause this is faces of death
    I left the flesh molded
    Cause I'm the best and all the rest know it
    I'm papoose, the life or death poet
    I take the grace from him
    Break his fate when I'm blazin him
    Place him straight in the grave and then
    Take his fate off the face of his cranium

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