Letras:
Fiend Without A Face

Begin to shoot the fiend without a face, my face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face

to shoot the fiend without a face, my face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, a fiend without a face.

on gettin bigger Just anotha wild-a*s ni**a (But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT? (But Precious was a ghetto girl) Couldn't be no sex without that

Yep Alright we are gonna have a hot time in the old town tonight See a fly skinny on the avenue My shades down hat flipped on and on a cashew Could

in them jeans I'm not suggestin they guess but I'm addressin you as best, your beauty is my true religion, prayin on your breast What a face, such a wiste and a

tize, and blazed another gold plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate [Juicy J] I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A 180 pounds witha fist

never seen a bridge we couldn't shuffle across it We got a lotta people livin' a life, that's pure trivia Real hip hop, I ain't tryin'a get rid of ya

tweaking like a crack fiend On high bean like Christine The lords rain supreme [Chorus] [Verse 4:] I'm original mallot With metaphor dominant intelligence I give a nigga a

bad as I think that I want it? Posters on the wall, you'd think that I'm wanted Jessie James style, living without laws A rebel without cause, and models without