Face Down Lyrics - Shut 'em Down - Onyx

[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 

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 

Motherfucker 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, assassinate your character, slaughter ya 

Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, FUCK ALL OF YA! 

What?! Bringin MC's, YEAH, callin ya 

Livin like a nigga with six months to live 

On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a SACRIFICE 

Do a heist, ya niggaz ain't 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 

Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's 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 

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

[Sticky Fingaz] 

Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it 

I never fuck pussy that's yeast 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 you gourd? 

I cut through any challenger, top notch or 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 'n Son 

You lookin at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't 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 

You know where I'm comin from, most 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 

Y'a niggaz don't 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 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 fuck with me 

Guess that's not your cup of tea - I'm every star I meet 

If you are what you eat, fuck 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 

Fuck you frontin for? I seen your bag 

with your tail between your leg 

Afficial Nast in the house that mean you DEAD! 

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{*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 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 nigga, TRUCK STYLE! 

FUCK YOU! FUCK THE JUDGE! FUCK TRIAL! 

I'm 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 ain't 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 God's ANGELS 

It's not on humble, but some shit you can't 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 can't 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*}