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 Rate Face Down
Artist : Onyx
Song : Face down
[Intro]
Yo FUCK THAT word up man! (Word to mother yo)
Who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)
Fuck that, who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)
[Fredro Starr]
Yo
I`m goin straight for your head to leave you
headless
Eyes of redness, I spray rap cats, to burn the
lead tips
Point blank range, I take aim, blow your brain
out the frame
Eight shots`ll touch ya, spit ya physical
structure
Motherfucker this is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster face Nast, comin at cha full
blast
and capture grabs your last, breath like the
asthma
Couldn`t care less, you approachin near death
My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with
the fearless
The devil himself, a rebel in himself
trapped in America, assassinate your character,
slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, FUCK ALL OF
YA!
What?! Bringin MC`s, YEAH, callin ya
Livin like a nigga with six months to live
On the edge of life, wouldn`t think twice, to
make a SACRIFICE
Do a heist, ya niggaz ain`t true to life, my
whole crew is trife!
So bring your wildest nigga reppin for your team
Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide
Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat`ll shatter you, feel the pain, it`s
unimaginable
Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty
black shit
Rap shit, get your back ripped, plus the gat spit
Load it and cock it bag, on thirty-two tracks
Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the
CATS!
Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed
{*scratched "face down on the pavement"
-> LL Cool J*}
[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
I never fuck pussy that`s yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me think irrational
If I even think you schemin, YOU KNOW I`M BLASTIN
YOU
I`m too raw; what is you - out you gourd?
I cut through any challenger, top notch or
amateur
You`d rather be in the projects butt-ass with a
hundred G`s cash
and no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, Fredro `n
Son
You lookin at one desperate nigga, you shouldn`t
mess with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo`
intestine
`Member when I tested, this nigga manhood
to see if he was a true nigga, so I pulled out my
gun
Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the
trigger
{*CLICK*} Ha hah! Barrel empty, joke on you Jack
He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a
New Jack
You know where I`m comin from, most my niggaz
pump `n jump
And when it`s time to dump and run, I never jump
the gun
or get cold feet, I hold heat
Y`a niggaz don`t know me; in six hours I made up
four years
Got high shit for your ears;
sorry somethin that I never felt yo, fingertips
made of Velcro
You talkin shit like it`s a little game
That`s now how we get down - `beef` is my middle
name
So don`t die over nonsense, I ain`t got no
conscience
Come out your face you gettin shot
Everything I`m spittin hot - I need fame without
the bread
like I need a hole in the head
Add insult to injury, you can`t fuck with me
Guess that`s not your cup of tea - I`m every star
I meet
If you are what you eat, fuck the rookies,
rejects
plainclothes and detect`s
I had a hard life, grew up too quick
But kept it tight with my true click, startin a
new flip
Fuck you frontin for? I seen your bag
with your tail between your leg
Afficial Nast in the house that mean you DEAD!
{*scratched "face down on the pavement"
-> LL Cool J*}
[Sonsee]
You takin a RIDE, in the ambulance, you catch mad
damages
Cock the hammer shit, leave you Los(t) like
Angeles
You ain`t brick, or stucco, or paper machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, YOU`RE BAKIN
TODAY
Trust that, it`s time to crush cats, when I bust
raps
I rush tracks, and oft` act, BUCKWILD!
Army comin through here nigga, TRUCK STYLE!
FUCK YOU! FUCK THE JUDGE! FUCK TRIAL!
I`m givin niggaz shattered egos, I keep foes
or a pet bet they small threat, MAKE `EM EAT
THOSE!
Deep goes my depth, sleep hoes get wet
If that ain`t enough, we come through and hose
your shit
Hit you with the FIREWORKS, you see the stars
BANGIN
I really BANG YOU, and prepare you for God`s
ANGELS
It`s not on humble, but some shit you can`t come
through
Nigga try to blow he gotta go, and now you know
Experience, from the furious, eeriest
Dead serious, hysterias, fillin ya, interior
with nervousness, for your services
WE CUTTIN OFF YOUR CIRCULATION AND DEADEN YA
PURPOSES!
We them niggaz you can`t FUCK with, rain or shine
All mics I slain yo` kind, changed the mind
of those thinkin of playin theyrself, NEXT
is ETCHED, in stone, you motherfuckers gettin
BLOWN!
{*scratched "face down on the pavement"
-> LL Cool J*}
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