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  • Текст песни Onyx - Face Down

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    [Intro]
    Yo Fuck that!
    Word to mother yo
    Who you runnin' with? AFFICIAL NAST! Fuck that!
    Who you runnin' with? AFFICIAL NAST!

    [Fredro Starr]

    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
    MUTHAFUCKA this is lyrical destructure!
    Path from disaster, face Nast comin' at ya
    Full blast, I catch ya fragile ass, 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?), FUCK ALL OF YA!
    What?! Bringin' MC's, YEAH, callin' ya
    Livin' like a nigga 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 nigga rappin' for ya team
    See his ass who was clean, this is Suicide Queens
    Where gats bust, cut rope, cross Callahtaru
    Gather shatter you, feel the pain, son imaginable
    Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit
    Rap shit, 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

    [Chorus] *Sample from "Rampage"*

    [Sticky Fingaz]

    Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
    I never fuck pussy, that seed's infected
    Fuck 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 ass, where's a hundred G's cash
    You know gun, in the fuck with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son
    You lookin' at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't've messed with
    I had a doctor scared, movin' (----)(?)
    'Memba when I test it, this nigga manhood
    To see if he was a true nigga, 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 shit for your ears, sorry somethin' that I never felt yo
    Fingatips made 'em fell chrome, you talkin' shit 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 fuck with me, guess that's not ya capuchi
    I'm every star me, if you haul what you eat, fuck 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
    Fuck you're frontin' for? I seen back, what you tell between your leg
    Afficial Nast in da house to meet 'em dead!

    [Chorus]

    [Sonsee]

    You takin' a RIDE, in da ambulance
    You catch mad damages, cock the hammer shit
    Leave you Los like Angeles, You ain't brick, my stock-o
    But paper my shit, 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 nigga,

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