ONYX Face Down Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo f___ THAT word up man! (Word to mother yo)
Who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)
f___ 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
m_________er 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, a__assinate your character, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, f___ ALL OF YA!
What?! Bringin MC's, YEAH, callin ya
Livin like a n____ with six months to live
On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a SACRIFICE
Do a heist, ya n____z ain't true to life, my whole crew is trife!
So bring your wildest n____ reppin for your team
Tear his a__ to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
Self s___, straight from the hood, the dirty black s___
Rap s___, get your back ripped, plus the gat spit
Load it and c___ 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 f___ p____ that's yeast infected
f___ 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 b___-a__ with a hundred G's cash
and no gun, than to f___ with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son
You lookin at one desperate n____, you shouldn't mess with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
'Member when I tested, this n____ manhood
to see if he was a true n____, so I pulled out my gun
Gave some dramatic a__ speech then, pulled the trigger
{*CLICK*} Ha hah! Barrel empty, joke on you Jack
He cold p___ed his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack
You know where I'm comin from, most my n____z 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 n____z don't know me; in six hours I made up four years
Got high s___ for your ears;
sorry somethin that I never felt yo, fingertips made of Velcro
You talkin s___ 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 f___ with me
Guess that's not your cup of tea - I'm every star I meet
If you are what you eat, f___ 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
f___ 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
c___ the hammer s___, 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 n____, TRUCK STYLE!
f___ YOU! f___ THE JUDGE! f___ TRIAL!
I'm givin n____z 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 s___
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 s___ you can't come through
n____ 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 n____z you can't f___ 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 m_________ers gettin BLOWN!

{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> LL Cool J*}