Face Down lyrics

Artist  : Onyx 
Song : Face Down



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[Intro]
Yo Fuck that!
Word to mother
yo
Who you runnin' with? AFFICIAL NAST! Fuck
that!
Who you runnin' with? AFFICIAL
NAST!

[Fredro Starr]

Yo I'm goin'
straight for ya head to leave you
headless
Eyez are redness I spray rap cats to
burn a lack tips
Point like rain I take aim
blow ya brain out the frame
Eight shots'll
touch ya spit ya physical structure
MUTHAFUCKA
this is lyrical destructure!
Path from
disaster, face Nast comin' at ya
Full blast, I
catch ya fragile ass, breath like ya
astma
Couldn't kill less, you approach your
near death
My hollow tips, rip a kid that's
politic, with da villains
The devil himself, a
rebel in himself, trapped in
America
Assassinate ya charachter, slaughter
ya
Twenty more holes in ya (norica?), FUCK ALL
OF YA!
What?! Bringin' MC's, YEAH, callin'
ya
Livin' like a nigga with six months to
live
On da edge of life, wouldn't think twice,
to make a SACRIFICE!
To a hoist, ya niggaz
ain't drew to life, my whole crew is trife!
So
bring ya wildest nigga rappin' for ya team
See
his ass who was clean, this is Suicide
Queens
Where gats bust, cut rope, cross
Callahtaru
Gather shatter you, feel the pain,
son imaginable
Self shit, straight from the
hood, the dirty black shit
Rap shit, get ya
back ripped, plus the gat spit
Blown in the
cockred bag, or 32 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 til my deadbag

[Chorus]
*Sample from "Rampage"*


[Sticky
Fingaz]

Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you
least expect it
I never fuck pussy, that
seed's infected
Fuck a brain frie, make me
think he rational
If I even think you
sceamin', YOU KNOW I'MA BLAST YOU
I'm too raw,
what issue out your gore? I cut through any
challenger
Or top macho immature, you'd rather
be in the Projects
But an ass, where's a
hundred G's cash
You know gun, in the fuck
with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son
You lookin' at one
desperate nigga, you shouldn't've messed
with
I had a doctor scared, movin'
(----)(?)
'Memba when I test it, this nigga
manhood
To see if he was a true nigga, so I
pulled out my gun
Gave some dramatic asspiece,
and pulled the trigger
Haha! Barrel empty, joke
on New Jack
He cold, pissed his pants, pulled
his cover, he in New Jack
You know where I'm
comin' from, most of 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, ya niggaz don't know me
And six hours
are made of four years
Got high shit for your
ears, sorry somethin' that I never felt
yo
Fingatips made 'em fell chrome, you talkin'
shit like it's a little game
That's now how we
get down, 'beef' is my middlename
So don't die
over nonsense, I ain't got no conscious
Come
out ya face you gettin' shot, everything was
spittin' hot
I need fame without the bread,
like I need a hole in the head
And insult the
injury, you can't fuck with me, guess that's not
ya capuchi
I'm every star me, if you haul what
you eat, fuck the rookies rejects
Play close
and detects, I had a hard life, grew up too
quik
But kept it tight with my true clique, I
start in a new flip
Fuck you're frontin' for?
I seen back, what you tell between your
leg
Afficial Nast in da house to meet 'em
dead!

[Chorus]

[Sonsee]

You
takin' a RIDE, in da ambulance
You catch mad
damages, cock the hammer shit
Leave you Los
like Angeles, You ain't brick, my stock-o
But
paper my shit, whatever you got, to take in da
way
YOU'RE BAKIN' TODAY, trust that, it's time
to crush cats
When I bust raps, I rust tracks
and oft act, BUCKWILD!
Army comin' through,
hear nigga, DRUNK STYLE!
FUCK YOU! FUCK THE
JUDGE! FUCK TRIAL!
I'm givin' nigga shatter
ego's, I keep fools
On pet bet face more
threat, MAKE 'EM EAT THOSE!
Leave goals my
death, sleep ho's get wet
If that ain't
enough, we come through and hold ya shit
Hit
you with da FIREWORKS, you see the stars
BLINKIN'
I really BANG THEM and prepare you
for God's ANGELS
It's not a humble, but some
shit you can't come through
Nigga try to blow
he gotta go, and now you know
He's fearin',
from the fearious, irious, dead serious, high
styrious
Feelin' ya, interior, wait
nervousness for ya services
WE CUTTIN' OFF
YOUR CIRCULATION, AND DEAD IN YA PURPOSES!
We
them niggaz you can't FUCK with, friend will
shine


All mics I slang (--), change
your mind
Of those thinkin' they playin'
theirself, NEXT is ACTION
Ya stole, you
muthafuckaz gettin' CHROME!

[Chorus]