I only got one life to live like the soaps
So before they take mines I'm puttin glocks to they throats
Kerplow! Adams Apple just got hit by a nine millimeter slug this all
real this ain't no counterfit
Test these nuts nigga your shell gone crack and its gone take more
than
just a Quiji board to bring your spirit back.
You lead yourself into this confrentation elemination of your bodily
creation now you just a patient.
A doctor death but not Kevorkian
You can turn the tails but you don't wanna see the tails of the
scorpion
Faces of war , faces of anger, meet me face to face this ain't no
identity crisis this a mental phase.
A million and one faces I've got to know
Cause nobody surpass the wrath of Sir Skier the O
AK's, Glocks, with infareds and Techs on my swords for conquest as
they
test my faces of death
(chorus)
Faces of death, Faces of death
Are you scared for your life motherfucker?
(You don't wanna see)
Faces of death, Faces of death
Are you scared motherfucker for your life?
(You don't wanna die) (x2)
Me muggin is how I set them up
A smirky wicked twisted grin suspicion alone just shuts them up.
Confusion arouses they brain like pussy do cause they don't know what
I
can do to them or they pussy crew
I should tell them to recognize like Sam Snead but I got so many faces
its a warning they just couldn't heed
It gets greater later but not for haters
I snuff them like Space Invaders call me player hater assassinator
Damn these niggers make my trigger finger inch.
Fuckin with these menace to society makes me click shit
I gave triggers to niggers with no hearts
Turn niggers into stars and player haters into marks nigger
Don't you know its my debut and I can break you
The same track you used to conversate to can turn around and fade you
My production style is too complex
Music to me is sex and thats just one of my.....

Song:
blast if i have to lyrics

It ain't the niggas that act hard
it's the niggas that be like quiet like
It's the ones that put the slugs in your ass
and tell your ass goodnight
So get that nigga a marble coffin
Cos I ain't that nigga t' FUCK with
I'm from the O so I blast often
Motherfuckers wanna test my nuts and be like stuck
Cos E A Ski's shot some shit up
Nigga I thought you knew that it be on
Never leave the house without the chrome
Nigga you can fuck around and get your life took
Thinkin I won't squeeze this fuckin trigger
Till these bullets stop distributin
Cut your ass on the late-night (ride)
Tryin ta jack my shit, but my Glock is seventeen tight
Now ya bent outta shape from the tips, no talons
That I loaded in your ass by the gallons
Now then, why would you FUCK with a G?
I don't slang but I throw them thangs and shoot the Glock 20
Many ain't got their ass in to the CP banner
By a nigga that was well mannered
Now you're in for a treat, you don't wanna meet my crew
We blast if we have to
Chorus:
We blast if we have to nigga
Don't make me have to
Squeeze this motherfuckin millimetre
And it don't stop
I blast if I have to nigga
Don't make me have to
Squeeze this motherfuckin millimetre
And it won't stop
*Repeat*
Shit, I cocked a '94 beamer, strapped with the Glock
I caught a '94 misdemeanor (That's fucked up)
They had my ass in the tank
With nothin but motherfuckin time to sit and think (Why?)
I had my shit in the first place
A black motherfucker in the O witta beamer is the worst place
To be caught with the strap
A ten thousand bail and an infrared Glock I'll never get back
Can't fight the shit so I'm down for probation, waitin
Two years and sixty days in a locked station
Can't fade the 6-0, so I chose the 2
And cut it down, I talk to the youth