I See Faces

[Killa Tay] <br>Take it, how you want it, tre deep gettin blunted, in a circle<br>Purple haze, got me in a daze, evil ways<br>We blaze back to back, puttin` it down L.A. to Sac<br>Cali `til I die bitch, all about my scrilla scratch<br>Fuck a hoe fa` sho`, unless she tryin to do some dirt<br>I got to patch it down, wit` a triple deuce<br>Another strap up under the shirt, see<br>She might fuck one of the homies<br>But I cant sweat that, pussy got more miles than Southwest Airlines<br>Walkin` like a penguin, but she bringin home<br>Fat stacks, so daddy cant complain<br>But if she get shady I takes a bitch up out the game<br>Same, shit different day<br>Hit the liquor store, spend it, it wasnt my intention, but end up swervin`<br>Cause I`m pervin`, servin`, corners, on the way to pick this broad up<br>Po-po see mobbin, a nigga done fucked around and got caught up<br>But aint tryin` to see no jail cell<br>Still aint got no L`s, but fool I got my strap<br>And a zip of hydro weed, I`m kied down for the high speed<br>in a V8, automatic shakin` the P`s<br>Like Dukes of Hazard, murder gettin` colder, moves up tonight<br>Im lettin` `em have it, murder<br>aint nothin` but a thang to me, we just some thugs<br>On the grind, livin` dangerously<br>I cut my perm off, switched up my name again<br>Nuts danglin, cant trust this game I`m in, the shit is faulty<br>So a nigga be on the down low, off indo<br>Same shit different day, young killa tay<br>Gettin` that cash flow, we riders <br><br>[chorus: Mississippi] <br>I cant sleep at night, things just aint right, I see faces, lookin down on me<br>I cant sleep at night, things just aint right, I see faces, lookin down on me<br><br>[Killa Tay] <br>See I scheme and plot, on my dreams in life<br>sometimes I wake up to gun shots<br>Aimed at me, I never claimed to be, to great to touch<br>I`m livin` dangerously, and aint nobody to trust<br>I`m doin way too much, but I dont give a fuck<br>we can keep it real, and get `em up, or we can buck<br>No love lost, you know I never been a punk<br>Better hide your newborn, if your family got funk<br>It`s on, watch your front, watch your back<br>cause I be creepin from the blindside<br>Peelin caps, got `em sleepin with they lights on<br>thus runnin through your house<br>Like a cyclone, duck and cover<br>but I pop `em like a rubber in the process low profile<br>No smiles, wild, wild west, we shoot `em up, on every track, murder mind<br>every time, Make `em take it back, hit rewind<br>til its broke, we smoke rope I got the plug<br>Now my folks got the most dope, around March of 97`s when the drop hits<br>But all my niggas still flippin` new outfits, im tryin` to get a grip<br>Ballin` like a 1st round draft pick, fuck what you heard about, nigga<br>This is cash click, bitch!, down and dirty `til I get rich<br>I, wet `em up like liquids when I spit this lyrical sickness<br>(my evil ways) <br><br>[chorus] <br><br>[Killa Tay] <br>Mr. Mafioso, thats what they call me, <br>style hella saucy, back the fuck up off me<br>They die if they cross me, death is what they ask fo`, <br>fuck wit my cash flow<br>Blast your ass, and bend the block, <br>be prepared when it cock, `cause I never miss<br>I`m the type of nigga, make a white man prejudice, keep it underground<br>Never switchin` up on you, bring your strap <br>and some scratch if you come to California<br>`Cause money talks, bullshit walks, and hoes gaffle, west coast mafia<br>Ballin wit no askin, busters in my mix, <br>actin hard, nigga give me that, get the game twisted, <br>I`ma smoke `em like a 50 sack, never shed a tear<br>Even when my close folks died, <br>but aint no tellin when its time for a homicide<br>Retaliation is a must where I come from, <br>me and my nigga Sip be lettin` `em have it<br>So if you want some, come get some <br><br>[chorus]