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Face Down

Onyx2 Jun 1998

Face Down Lyrics

Face Down - Onyx

Yo F**k that

Word to mother yo

Who you runnin' with AFFICIAL NAST F**k that


Who you runnin' with AFFICIAL NAST


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


MUTHAF**KA this is lyrical destructure


Path from disaster face Nast comin' at ya

Full blast I catch ya fragile a** 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) F**K ALL OF YA

What Bringin' MC's YEAH callin' ya

Livin' like a ni**a 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 ni**a rappin' for ya team

See his a** who was clean this is Suicide Queens

Where gats bust cut rope cross Callahtaru


Gather shatter you feel the pain son imaginable


Self sh*t straight from the hood the dirty black sh*t

Rap sh*t 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


Sample from Rampage


Sticky Fingaz sneak up when you least expect it

I never f**k p**sy that seed's infected

F**k 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 a** where's a hundred G's cash

You know gun in the f**k with Sticky Fredro 'n Son

You lookin' at one desperate ni**a you shouldn't've messed with

I had a doctor scared movin'

Memba when I test it this ni**a manhood

To see if he was a true ni**a 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 sh*t for your ears sorry somethin that I never felt yo

Fingatips made em fell chrome you talkin sh*t 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 f**k with me guess that's not ya capuchi

I'm every star me if you haul what you eat f**k 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

F**k you're frontin' for I seen back what you tell between your leg

Afficial Nast in da house to meet 'em dead


You takin' a RIDE in da ambulance


You catch mad damages cock the hammer sh*t

Leave you Los like Angeles You ain't brick my stock o

But paper my sh*t 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 ni**a DRUNK STYLE




I'm givin ni**a 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 sh*t

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 sh*t you can't come through

Ni**a 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 them niggaz you can't F**K with friend will shine

All mics I slang change your mind


Of those thinkin' they playin' theirself NEXT is ACTION


Ya stole you muthaf**kaz gettin' CHROME