what's your face What's your face What is behind of mask That's all I wanna ask So, baby, tell the truth What's your face You always change your
know what a spinnin drum is? That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you Your face, your back, your chest It don't matter to me nigga, and that's
dost, pisl?r? dusm?n Bel? keyfiyy?t h?l? dusm?n Rap korp?z, HOST korpu Ol s?ssiz, sizin kimisini s?hn?d? cox gorduk Bir say s?kkiz, hansi MC yaxsi
in your face A little unladylike, what can I say? Well oh gosh I'm not posh me, I wear odd socks I do what I'm doing yeah So everybody's entitled
on the second floor I'm opening the door, I could not brace my self for what I saw, Who's this woman in my bed? "Names Shaniqua and what? " Nah, get
to be my lady (n'sync: Tell me right now) I hear your friends say you should, Your parents tell you what's good your little sister keeps yellin' Nelly
man And all of your dreams Are washed in the sand Well it's alright It's alright Who are you and me to say What's wrong and what's right Do you still
Tear it up - Crack your head Tear it up - You know how its gonna end Your running against the wall Smash your face and wake up boy How can you say that you are living your
baby its your stuff Oh so leave your not good for me It took a while to finally come to my senses What do you do after love? What can you say when its
head [Riley] What's your twenty? [Big Dave] I'm in front of the A room right now [Riley] Ten four [Big Dave] I got cha (she comin) [Riley] She's
, you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to spuds Your greasy hands, your salty lips Looks like you found the chips Your belly aches, your teeth
supposed to know what makes this happen? {how am I supposed to know what makes this happen?} Well, how am I supposed to know what makes this happen? {how am I supposed to know what
the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga [Billy Danze] You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S)
feel? Cold black steel up in your grill This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal Say your prayers, say your graces Pieces of your face is found
for the twist (gimme that) it's like this Only a few slide through like the Schindler's List Who's the bitch, who's the mack, what's worse the niggaz
' whats next The dem' between real and the ones that flex All in your face grinnin' when you cash that check But when they get down and dirty it's like
wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass So get your face up out
wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass So get your face up