Face Offintro lyrics

[heavy breathing]



[Pastor Troy]

One...

Two...

Three...

In the beginning, God created drugs

And other thugs, with other thoughts

The path that`s never walked

The class that`s never taught

Often sought, `cause salt from player haters

Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later

I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions

But look at all this money I made, I ain`t bitchin`

I knew my position but my coach ain`t put me in

So, I quit this shit and started sellin` dope with friends

I`m in this situation, I`m the only nigga cool

These niggaz think they ballin` but these niggaz just confused

But `cause I love to lose, I`m muthafuckin` lost

From muthafuckin` nothin` to muthafuckin` boss

Face off



[heavy breathing]



I`m leavin` that joint like that
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