You been givin' them all of your crush You got them standin' in line in a huff You know they all want to share your sweet stuff But what you gonna do
the Kardinal to be the face sit You'll get dis-graced kid Cut, bug up you and your baby because I blew Up the spot, Carl P gave me a clue Now we rocking
fuck And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place Or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face
[Intro] Uh Scoo do do do do do do Racecars and Weed Jars Nigga [Verse 1] I got a style for every bump in ya face, Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
[Intro:] Uh Scoo do do do do do do Racecars and Weed Jars Nigga [Verse 1:] I got a style for every bump in ya face, Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
against the ropes and semi-concious without no boxing skills Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil Watchin the clock is ill when, faced
fifty-six on the dizzice This is real lizzife, ain't nothin' sweet God Sit down and think it through God, God 'Cuz comin' all outta ya face'll get ya
been around the world Verse One: Mase Yo, yo Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lotta girls that'll love to replace you Tell it to your face
the swings These are a few of my favorite things Hagglin' couches, necklaces and watches Brethren that got no respect for the coppers My cousin Face
nigga it's a third ward nigga It's a third ward nigga and we bout it Verse one: {lil' ya} Misdemeanor motherfucker you can't face me Turned out I was
outside They want to dream outside They want to pine outside They want to -- outside They want to sleep They only want to be alone outside Carl's been
[Mase] Let's get it on [Carl Thomas] 1 - You made me You made me You made me the way I am today You're the reason why I live how I live 'cause you made
him a Cadillac and put the wind in Carl's face He did just what he said he's gonna do and the money came in sacks New contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac
same in mushroom Voice 2: I've been porcupine ah ha hey porcupine Part 2 ====== Voice 2: that surly must have been the case Voice 2: face to mate alot of face
My Girl Friday ( Written by Curtis Wright / Carl Jackson ) She stands there with her suitcase We've been through all this before I know it's gonna hurt
to write Now we're face to face tonight At your audition yesterday You just blew us all away So much style and so much grace And what a face And
don't get caught That's how it is, homie, like it or not Now coming out store, Johnny shot two Haisidic Jews And when he got home his face was on the