[Verse 1: Spice 1]
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 script, dump a snitch in a ditch
It's '94 I can't be fuckin' around
Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to draw down
The only way I gets my mail is to be offin' yo' ass
With a AK or a Uzi screamin' "give me your cash n***a"
So back to fuck on up
Cause can't nobody stop this n***a that's sellin a D that's raw and uncut
Fuckin' over fiends
Laughin' in their faces sellin' soap to n***as, could die any day
N***as come short up on them jacks, G
Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat
We never thought that they would get him
My n***a fought like a soldier, he 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
The look of struggle on his face with his gat in his hand
My n***a died with the face of a desperate man

[Chorus]
So wicked is his face
Wicked is his face
The face of a desperate man, Gyeah-man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So wicked is his face when him smoke on the indo
Butabyebye
So wicked is his face
Wicked is his face
The face of a desperate man, Gyeah-man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So wicked is his face when him smoke on the indo
Butabyebye
[Verse 2: Spice 1]
Check motherfuckin' one check one two
I gotta gets my mail, that's 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
Threw up off O.E. at fourteen-years old
Young hog ass n***a never ever soft
Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my balls off
And all the youngsters sneakin' pass the bottle
Because the Gs, pimps, and hustlers was the motherfuckin' role model
And every time we had a house party
It was just the chance for a n***a to see another n***a dead body
And nobody stayed around for sequels
Cause the n***a that was bustin' was spreadin' bullets 'round equal
Now they mobbin', I'm seein' sparks hearin' shots
Pistols pop, another motherfucker flop
On the asphalt, stuck by the fo'-fo'
Flatline, ambulance put him in the do'
Loud screams from his homies yellin' "I'mma smoke 'em!"
Feelin' bad cause his partner's own blood choked him
A touchin' scene, n***as screamin' in the rain
Looked in his homeboy's face, his homie said his name
Now he'll be lookin' for that n***a with the gat and
Ready for that red rum with the face of a desperate man
[Chorus]
So wicked is his face
Wicked is his face
The face of a desperate man, Gyeah-man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So wicked is his face when him smoke on the indo
Butabyebye
So wicked is his face
Wicked is his face
The face of a desperate man, Gyeah-man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So wicked is his face when him smoke on the indo

[Verse 3: Spice 1]
'94 is gettin' hostile n***a
I gotta watch my shit, mug on my face n***a, hound dog mean bitch
I'm muggin' every n***a 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't feel me they won't look at me real
So fo' to the motherfuckin fo'
If I have to let 'em know not to play me like a ho
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 all by my motherfuckin lonely (by myself n***a)
[Chorus]
So wicked is his face
Wicked is his face
The face of a desperate man, Gyeah-man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So wicked is his face when him smoke on the indo
Butabyebye
So wicked is his face
Wicked is his face
The face of a desperate man, Gyeah-man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So wicked is his face when him smoke on the indo
Butabyebye

[Outro: Spice 1]
94
Spiggedy 1 with up on that ass
Yeah
Mean-muggin' every n***a that ride by
Face of a desperate man n***a
I gots to gets mine
So if you try to take my shit
Quick to bust a cap in that ass
94
Bloooooow
Come like that