Smilin’ Faces

[Hook]
Smilin' Faces
Smilin' Faces
They lie
They don't tell the truth

[II Black]
Nigga you afraid
Afraid to meet yo death
Razor blade up yo asshole
So you done played yo'self
Now it's hard for me to live
When my hand is on the steel
Wakin' up from this dream
All these niggas I have killed
All that madness on my mind
Time to do this perfect crime
Bring the gauge
Sawed-off pump
NAP has TEC-9s
Fake smilin' in my face
Killin' all my human race
With disgrace
Now you wanna take another niggas place
Killin' on my moms
Fuck them drugs that be on the street
You my nigga, not my nigga
Kill you in a heartbeat
Tryna play Black on this track
Like a fuckin' dog
Watch yo'self, you get bit
Maybe I done robbed 'em all
This is not a dream but a nightmare
'cause I'm comin' ho
Tre-8 to yo face
As I take you for yo blow
Creepin' through the hood
It's all good
Down in Mitchell Heights
Yous in National
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And it's super tight

[?]
Smilin' in my fuckin' face
Stab me in my fuckin' back
When I load the chrome thing
Bet this at a bitches back
Ain't no love in this shit
I thought you hoes knew this bitch
I roll through the hood
Feelin' good
On that dope and shit
I roll with the Mitchell Heights
Super tight ready for a flight
We stangin' you lemon hoes
Slippin' through the Heights at night
We lay down a lemonlame
Playa Posse style mane
Takin' over North from a trick
'cause it ain't no thang
Take a blast of that shit
I split you like swishas bitch
Straight down ya head
Now ya dead
Left you stankin' bitch
Grab a pump
Lock the trunk
Let's make this a mystery
That's what you get
When you slippin'
Call it nemesis

[?]
II Black for that bangin' shit
'cause nigga we gotta kill you bitch
Flodgin' like a killer
But we know you just a Triple Bitch
Fuck my nigga
How the fuck you figure
We gon' let it slide?
MHV
SPV
SPL and
Riverside
Down to ride on any bitch
Quick to stang on any trick
Who the fucks the busta?
Who them niggas with that flodgin' shit?
Crenshaw by my fuckin' side
Crime, he got my fuckin' back
Click with Gangsta Blac
Real niggas, so trick
Watch yo back
Niggas need to wise up
Tryna feel they fuckin' nuts
Screamin' Tear Da Club Up
Big boy you ain't got no guts
Deep when we creep
High till we die
Locked till we fuckin drop
Lemonlames talkin' shit
Bitch this shit don't ever stop
Have no second thoughts about a murder
'cause a murders what I gotta do
If you step on up
And pop yo nuts
And test my fuckin' crew
Bitch so when you slippin'
Ima fuck you up in any place
Ho and when I do it
Imma do it
With a smilin' face

[Bridge]
Smilin' in my fuckin' face
Stab me in my fuckin' back
Actin' like a bitch
'Cause only bitches wanna act like that

[Lil D?]
You punk ass niggas straight kill me
Claim to be my brodie but all the time you my enemy
Hearin' what you speak
I be swearin' that you downin' folk
But real niggas never run
From the fuckin' struggle ho
Claimin' you the shit
But ain't 'bout shit
Sayin' what a nigga said
Man we gonna get you bitch
He say, she say
The grass where yo body lay
Conversation rules the nation
Betrayin' will get you sprayed
My nig' Tony Bone headin' ho
Straight from Mitchell Heights
Buckwildin' up on you bitches
Bonnevilles super tight
Lil D in this motherfucker
Makin' you hoes suffer
Lil Twinn stay on up
To his folk
Fuck you hook ass sucka
Smilin' in my fuckin' face
Stab me in my fuckin' back
Actin' like a bitch
'cause only bitches
Act like that
What's up to my nigga Dre
Fuck what they talk about
'cause if they were real man
Those hoes
Wouldn't run they mouth
Bitch

[Crenshaw?]
They call me the Hitman
Crenshaw about makin' stains
This snow got me feelin' strange
My pimpin' I just maintain
But h-izn-oes come get you some
We scopin' up at you bitch
But you just be on our list
We blast and we cannot miss
But now there be time
For us to blow you up off my nig
??? gon' keep his word
So bustas just have you heard
A murder in third degree
And that be yo family
We take out the preacher first
And that type shit hurt the worst
And rob some more
So we can chauffer yo fuckin' hearse
Yo body I gotta have
'cause it means to much to me
And chop it up nice and neat
And bury it very deep
My clique is the Mitchell Heights
Created the MHV
We roll with the BBB
We click with the SPV
If that's not enough
G we can bring in the RSC
And constantly go to war
'cause someones gon' D-I-E
???
So h-izn-oes just RIP
Invest in the swishas squad
But this come up like the mob
But since you just test our nuts
It made us come very hard
And psychopathic visions
They be runnin' through my mind
And when you see my face
There be killin' in my eyes

[Bridge]

Low key looters gettin' this case
Smilin' in my fuckin' face
Grab the tone
Upside ya dome
Bitch I'm 'bout to catch a case
This liquor got me cruck
Like that funk
Drinkin' Hennessey
Real Gs
Can't you see
Comin' from the NAP
Slap these bitches with the yat
Click with my folks Black
Lil Mane got the gat
Watch my back
While I'm on the track
All them hoes ride 'n die
Bitches know you gonna die
Keep the Six up high
Sissy bitches wanna cry
Dwellin' on a smilin' bitch
Should I say, a fuckin' snitch
Mane pass the TEC
Kinfolk it's time to go take a trip
Don't forget the fuckin' gauge
And this shit my time to ???
Send these bustas missing
Now it's time to dick spray

Second Clique up in ya bitch
Droppin' bodies in the ditch
Clicked up with the SPV
Never bar a sucker bitch
The Heights is so fuckin' deep
Kill you in yo fuckin' sleep
Lil Gain with the riot pump
So sucker don't try to front
If you do
Then you through
Crenshaw gonna buck at you
Read the papers
Catch the vapors
That's yo folks up on the news
Smilin' Faces all around
Black Bo up in Funky Town
MHV, SPV
Makin' hoes lay it down

[Charlie Mac?]
Motherfuckers heard
Mitchell Heights is pimps and hustlers
You see we, keepin' straight to the motherfuckin' trigger
'cause yo ass a phony G
Motherfuckers talkin' then
Ain't my fuckin' friend
Guess who
What you do
Smoke some geek
So you 'tratin ass fools bitches
Gonna get sprayed
Niggas and hoes
So we play you fuckin' bros
Charlie Mac
Plus Lil Black
Comin' on this hype ass track
Can't forget my fuckin' nigga
Thats always strapped with the fuckin'
MAC-10
To the A to the K
TEC-9 automatic spray
'cause some bodies gonna lay
Dead up in the street
On the creep
G's huntin'
Bitches frontin'
Ain't no thang
I slang yo G
Mane make it rich
I got to pimp my bitch
'cause I can't stand a nigga like me
So insane to the fuckin' brain
Monkey blood
Or that skunk
Make me sick
Suck my dick
Make me rich
Constant with that phony fuckin' bullshit
Put a cap to the back
Inside from the gat
Creepin' on you fuckin' hoes
Tie yo ass up with a rope
Cut yo motherfuckin' throat
Mitchell Heights deep as haters
So they crazy for this shit
Make my dash back to the lab
And count my motherfuckin' cash
Bitch this shit is super tight
For you fuckin'
Trick ass hoes