Face Down (Letra)

Meek Mill Part. Wale, Trey Songz e DJ Sam Sneaker

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Ok!
Yeah! I got the… in my pocket, and I’m talking like this
Face down, a*s up, that’s the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
Face down, a*s up, that’s the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
I got all these hoes trying to f-ck
I got p***y on my mind, I got patron all in my cup
I got shawty on my line trying to do to you know what
And I ain’t got saying no word, you know I
I swear that you know what
Cause I don’t play, no way!
I take her home, I touch that down, you take that home and you
Cause I’m gonna kick it, and about my
When I’m counting them hoes I got no b*****s
Look, I got my city, cause I run that s**t
But I face down, and your a*s up
And your a*s up, and your face down
She coming up trying to… rough
I grab a wheel, I stay down
Just breathe hoe, breathe hoe
I gotta rub her off my pocket, never sleep and I got it
Bad b***h she look tropic, and she f-cking right that she shopping
Matter of fact don’t lie
I’m a hot f-ck like I’m flying
Got perks off my system
I tell ‘em hoes when I get up
Chorus
Put your face down, a*s up, that’s the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
Face down, a*s up, that’s the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, trying to f-ck
Her p***y good, my d**k is gold
I’m in your hood, I’ll probably f-ck your hoe
These b*****s nasty, I need my nuts lick
These b*****s know I got that deep up in your gut, d**k
Face down with your back at, fingers spread that a*s apart
And I’m deep in it, and she lick it
Plus a couple nights that they sleep in it
Don’t you try to run, where that p***y gone?
I eat… on the week day
Weekend hurt three friends
Got a n****r… cause I’m deep in when I dove in
P***y feeling something like the ocean
She ain’t never let a n****r know when
Is it gone a n****r soaking
Is it… leave a n****r soaking!
I’m with that, and I get that
Hold up!
I’m nasty and I throw that, your a*s b***h
Bad b***h know I know
Chorus
Put your face down, a*s up, that’s the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
Face down, a*s up, that’s the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
Couple bad independent women in my section
You’ll be… dollars, I don’t even pay attention
And I knew we’ll be popping bottles, and I don’t think it’s a problem
Just hold up, and be opened up!
Put your face down, a*s up, oh you know
And now you’re mad, saying that I treat you bad
But I treat you… I treat you… you’ll be leaving
Now we’re at… and honest, try to see what’s
See the plan, come alone, or I’ll go back home
Play this mother f-cking song, hey!
Chorus
Put your face down, a*s up, that’s the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
Face down, a*s up, that’s the way, we like to f-ck!
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck
There some hoes in this house, tryin to f-ck

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Face Down (Letra)

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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
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

{*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!

{*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*}

Face Down (Letra)

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(dead like elvis) {sample repeated in song}
Check, check, 1 2, check
U know what he’s sayin’?

Face down! {x2}

Somebody once told him that he wouldn’t take prince through the ringer
Let him go down as a washed up singer
Ain’t that a bitch?
Thinkin’ all along that he wanted 2 be rich
Never respected the root of all evil and he still don’t 2 this day, huh
Bury him face down, let the motherfuckers kiss a ass, ok?

Face down! {x2}

Told ‘em he wanted 2 sing a song about a black child goin’ buck wild
And they just laughed in his face
Talk 2 your lawyer but u got no case
What u need 2 do is keep your place
Next time u pull a card, it better be a ace motherfucker
Or u can lay face down (face down!)

1 2
Face down! 1 2

Horn {x2}
Bass {x2}

Him and her meaning who i’m singin’ about
And his psychoanalyst kinda saw the catalyst
As the devil with the blue jeans on, huh
Ain’t it kinda funny when u see the dawn?
Sign the name they gave ya
But when them motherfuckers turn around ass up, u’re what?

Face down! 1 2
Face down! new power generation in the house, bury ‘em all
Face down! yes, oh lord
Face down!

Orchestra {x3}
Face down!
Orchestra
Face down!

It’s in his will, i read it
He shot 2 kill, he said it
4 those who know the number and don’t call
Hmph, fuck all y’all

Face down! {x3}

Face Down (Letra)

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Lyrics: ryan dennis
Music: serial joe
© 1999

Lost amidst this false reality
Don’t feel a thing anymore
You’re on your knees and begging
Face down on the floor

You try to fade into the background
But you’re always seen
Face down, hit the ground
You do know you can’t stay here anymore

Crooked, tangled
A heap of nothingness
Lying there in shambles,
A burning ball of stress

You try to fade into the background
Afraid of the hunter
Face down, hit the ground
You know you can’t stay here anymore

Silence comes,
Like darkness to the night
Alone and peaceful
There’s no one to hurt you where you are now
Safe from evil
See the pain
Dwelling in your eyes
Won’t be long now

You try to fade into the background
Afraid of the hunter
Face down, hit the ground
One last breath
One last breath
One last breath
One last breath

Face Down (Letra)

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We’ll have a good time baby
Well it’s a planet of the apes and a third eye kinda thing
Well, let’s all lay down and dig through the ground
To find the holy ride that’ll make your thing go ding
What mother earth gives back to man
Is running through my bones
But now’s the time for the beautiful exchange honey
And you ain’t gonna do it all alone

When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down
I’ll be floating
Squirming and laughing
Next position
That begins face down

They’re gonna miss their children
I mean i’m still alive but i’m almost gone
But now stands for everything
So get your ass down on the playing ground

Baby will you slide me through the world
I ain’t working for the man, i’m an allosaurus, baby
Well, i’m sucking up more karma than i need
So have supernova on me

When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down
I’ll be floating
Squirming and laughing
Next position
That begins face down

When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down
When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down
When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down