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Текст песни Onyx - Face Down

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[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]YoI`m goin straight for your head to leave you headlessEyes of redness, I spray rap cats, to burn the lead tipsPoint blank range, I take aim, blow your brain out the frameEight shots`ll touch ya, spit ya physical structureMotherfucker this is lyrical destructionPath of disaster face Nast, comin at cha full blastand capture grabs your last, breath like the asthmaCouldn`t care less, you approachin near deathMy hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearlessThe devil himself, a rebel in himselftrapped in America, assassinate your character, slaughter yaTwenty more holes, in your Nautica, FUCK ALL OF YA!What?! Bringin MC`s, YEAH, callin yaLivin like a nigga with six months to liveOn the edge of life, wouldn`t think twice, to make a SACRIFICEDo a heist, ya niggaz ain`t true to life, my whole crew is trife!So bring your wildest nigga reppin for your teamTear his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide QueensWhere gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateralGat`ll shatter you, feel the pain, it`s unimaginableSelf shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shitRap shit, get your back ripped, plus the gat spitLoad it and cock it bag, on thirty-two tracksMurder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the CATS!Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fedAnd 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 itI never fuck pussy that`s yeast infectedFuck a brain fry, make me think irrationalIf I even think you schemin, YOU KNOW I`M BLASTIN YOUI`m too raw; what is you - out you gourd?I cut through any challenger, top notch or amateurYou`d rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G`s cashand no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, Fredro `n SonYou lookin at one desperate nigga, you shouldn`t mess withI had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo` intestine`Member when I tested, this nigga manhoodto see if he was a true nigga, so I pulled out my gunGave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger{*CLICK*} Ha hah! Barrel empty, joke on you JackHe cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a New JackYou know where I`m comin from, most my niggaz pump `n jumpAnd when it`s time to dump and run, I never jump the gunor get cold feet, I hold heatY`a niggaz don`t know me; in six hours I made up four yearsGot high shit for your ears;sorry somethin that I never felt yo, fingertips made of VelcroYou talkin shit like it`s a little gameThat`s now how we get down - `beef` is my middle nameSo don`t die over nonsense, I ain`t got no conscienceCome out your face you gettin shotEverything I`m spittin hot - I need fame without the breadlike I need a hole in the headAdd insult to injury, you can`t fuck with meGuess that`s not your cup of tea - I`m every star I meetIf you are what you eat, fuck the rookies, rejectsplainclothes and detect`sI had a hard life, grew up too quickBut kept it tight with my true click, startin a new flipFuck you frontin for? I seen your bagwith your tail between your legAfficial 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 damagesCock the hammer shit, leave you Los(t) like AngelesYou ain`t brick, or stucco, or paper macheteWhatever you got, get taken away, YOU`RE BAKIN TODAYTrust that, it`s time to crush cats, when I bust rapsI 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 foesor a pet bet they small threat, MAKE `EM EAT THOSE!Deep goes my depth, sleep hoes get wetIf that ain`t enough, we come through and hose your shitHit you with the FIREWORKS, you see the stars BANGINI really BANG YOU, and prepare you for God`s ANGELSIt`s not on humble, but some shit you can`t come throughNigga try to blow he gotta go, and now you knowExperience, from the furious, eeriestDead serious, hysterias, fillin ya, interiorwith nervousness, for your servicesWE CUTTIN OFF YOUR CIRCULATION AND DEADEN YA PURPOSES!We them niggaz you can`t FUCK with, rain or shineAll mics I slain yo` kind, changed the mindof those thinkin of playin theyrself, NEXTis ETCHED, in stone, you motherfuckers gettin BLOWN!{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> LL Cool J*}

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