Onyx / Face Down

Onyx

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Yo, fuck that, word to mother, yo Who you runnin' with? Official Nas Fuck that, who you runnin' with? Official Nas Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to leave you headless Eyes are retinas, I spray rap caps that burn electrics Point blank range, I take aim, blow your brain out the frame Eight shots'll touch ya, split your physical structure Motherfucker, this is lyrical destruction Path of disaster, face mask comin' at you full blast I catch and grab your last breath like asthma Couldn't care less, you approachin' near death My hollow tips rip and tear vest politic with the fearless The devil himself, a rebel in himself Trapped in America, assassinate your character Slaughter ya, twenty-one holes in your Nautica Fuck all of ya, what? Bringin' MC's here, callin' ya Livin' like a nigga with six months to live On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice to make a sacrifice To our heights, y'all niggas ain't True to life, my whole crew is trife So bring your Wallace, nigga, rep it for your team Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral Gotta shatter you, feel the pain, somethin' imaginable Sell shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit Rap shit, get your back ripped, bust the gat spit Loaded and cocked it back on thirty-two tracks Murder you with raps, let my wild dogs bust the jacks Styles leave the best dead, I stay breastfed And when I die, be handcuffed to my deathbed Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Creepy fingers sneak up when you least suspect it I never fuck pussy, yeah, she's infected Fuck 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 your gore? I cut through any challenger, top-notch, you're amateur You'd rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's cash And no gun than to fuck with Sticky Fredro and son You lookin' at one desperate nigga you shouldn't mess with I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from your 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, ha-ha, the barrel empty Joke on you, jack, he cold pissed his pants Blew his cover, he a new jack Know where I'm comin' from, most my niggas pump and jump And when it's time to dump and run, I never jump the gun Or get cold feet or hold heat, y'all niggas don't know me In six hours, I made up four years, got hot shit for your ears Sorry somethin' that I never felt, yo, fingertips made of Velcro You talkin' shit like it's a little game That's not 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 fuck with me Guess it's not your cup of tea, I'm every star me 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 clique, starin' in a new flick Fuck you frontin' for? I seen you, fag What you tell between your leg? Official Nas in the house, that mean you dead Face down on the, on the pavement Face down, face down, down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement You takin' a ride in the ambulance, you catch mad damages Cock the hammer shit, leave you lost like Angeles You ain't brick or stucco or papier-mâché Whatever you got, get taken away, you beggin' today Trust that, time to crush cats when I bust raps I rush tracks and us act buckwild Army comin' through here, nigga, truck style Fuck you, fuck the judge, fuck trial I'm givin' niggas shattered egos, keep those Or pack bets, they small threat, make 'em eat those Deep goes my depth, sleep clothes get wet If that ain't enough, we come through and hose your set Hit you with the firework, you see the stars blinkin' I really bang you and prepare you for God's angels It's not a humble, but some shit you can't come through Nigga try to blow, he gotta go and now you know It's Spirit from the furious, eeriest Dead serious, mysterious, feelin' ya Interior with nervousness for your services We cuttin' off your circulation and deadin' your purposes We them niggas you can't fuck with, rain or shine On mics, I slang your kind, change of mind Of those thinkin' of playin' theyself next It's etched in stone, you motherfuckers gettin' blown Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement