Sometime Faces - Buddha Monk

Now tell me, just let me get you now

Ya right there God

Innocent bystanders

You can’t do that

What up God?

(Smiling faces. smiling faces. sometimes)

Come.

come follow me

(Smiling faces. smiling faces. sometimes)

Come follow me on this journey of deep darkness

Where most niggas bust off slugs and do robberies

The victims are some known and some unknown

While the good die yound and the bad makes it home

Here’s an innocent bystander, shot while out, random

By this kid named Ty who received his first handgun

Bobby’s hot from two shots that tore his knot

Now the doctor prescribed, he might not live long?

He got his vest on, suited up with army fatigues

To find this kid, and make sure I make his ass bleed

Now we multiple by six, a pick and mad up the fast?

Flintch, nigga move and ya bound to get hit

We tied his rich, the nigga started screamin like a bitch

Now his eyes red, blood drippin out of his head

Is he dead?

No, never take his motherfuckin?

His last request, asked to remove his last breathe

Grabbed his chest and separated the head from the neck

Now?

to make a meal with your man from out of state

You first mistake, hated the nigga who sells weights

On the corner, fifth and eighth is where he caught the mad papes

He once moved faster than a rock off the place

Set up a plate, called over to this gril named Chase

Her skin is smooth,?

than a buck-fifty inch

Dressed up in lace, watered hair, long, black and fake

Her skin is caped, nails done up by fuckin stakes

Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is goin great

He asked the name, my friends call me?

He didn’t know the plan was to stop his money flow

He lay in the land of the dreams, saw how to suck Stacy’s toes

Now Mr. Large comes in from the back row

]From where I stand, it looked like he had a fo'-fo'

His mistakes, ah, she burns rubber from the Ac'

Now the nigga lays, just lays flat on his back

Her surprise, he didn’t look with his right eye

Or the third eye, now the streets rain bloody murder

The nigga lost, caught two slugs from a a thug

In his mug, another body bagged, was drugged

Smilling faces, smiling faces.

sometimes (x8)