- Letra Face Down de Onyx
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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]
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
{*scratched face down on the pavement -> ll cool j*}
[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
{*click*} ha hah! barrel empty, joke on you jack
He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a new jack
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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!
{*scratched face down on the pavement -> ll cool j*}
[sonsee]
You takin a ride, in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, leave you los(t) 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!
{*scratched face down on the pavement -> ll cool j*}
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