Texty:
Faces Carl

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

[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

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

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

[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

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

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