Face Down by Onyx
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Song title Face Down
Artist Onyx
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
im 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 shotsll 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
couldnt 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 mcs
yeah
callin ya
livin like a nigga with six months to live
on the edge of life
wouldnt think twice
to make a sacrifice
do a heist
ya niggaz aint 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
gatll shatter you
feel the pain
its 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
sticky fingaz
sticky fingaz sneak up
when you least expect it
i never fuck pussy thats yeast infected
fuck a brain fry
make me think irrational
if i even think you schemin
you know im blastin you
im too raw; what is you - out you gourd?
i cut through any challenger
top notch or amateur
youd rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred gs cash
and no gun
than to fuck with sticky
fredro n son
you lookin at one desperate nigga
you shouldnt 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
ha hah! barrel empty
joke on you jack
he cold pissed his pants
blew his cover
he a new jack
you know where im comin from
most my niggaz pump n jump
and when its time to dump and run
i never jump the gun
or get cold feet
i hold heat
ya niggaz dont 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 its a little game
thats now how we get down - beef is my middle name
so dont die over nonsense
i aint got no conscience
come out your face you gettin shot
everything im spittin hot - i need fame without the bread
like i need a hole in the head
add insult to injury
you cant fuck with me
guess thats not your cup of tea - im every star i meet
if you are what you eat
fuck the rookies
rejects
plainclothes and detects
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!
sonsee
you takin a ride
in the ambulance
you catch mad damages
cock the hammer shit
leave you lost like angeles
you aint brick
or stucco
or paper machete
whatever you got
get taken away
youre bakin today
trust that
its 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!
im 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 aint 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 gods angels
its not on humble
but some shit you cant 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 cant 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!