Slap ’em Up
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Yeah
What up, Plan?
Krypttonite
Let's do this again, family
It really feel good to be back
Had to take a timeout
These flea niggas get real irritating, man
Spray Raid on them fuckers, yo
Smack a nigga and his chick when he ain't macking right
Uh-huh
Clap a nigga on the strip when he ain't acting right
Too many weirdos in the game, it ain't hard to miss
Uh-uh
Them the ones that go from hard to that retarded spit
Just because I refuse to get on niggas' shit
Doesn't mean I ain't in the lab making a classic disc
Grey Poupizzy, I just had to switch the label up
Blame it on me, my last label sucked
Paz made them niggas, I took them to the hood
With no promo, them faggots thought I would go wood
From SD to God's Fury, we gave 'em hits
What, a lawsuit?
Them niggas get the whole clip
AOTP banging them how they oughta be
And I ain't asking them niggas for near royalty
And on my way out, stay with goons that pull the flame out
QB niggas ready to bang out
What?
If they acting outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violating, gotta clap 'em up
Call the coroners, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP, ain't no one fucking with us
If they acting outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violating, gotta clap 'em up
Call the coroners, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP, ain't no one fucking with us
I don't fuck with the drama, I just start a war
Leave no stone unturned, I finish 'em all
I ain't even trying to preach no biblical psalm
You want a handout?
You got pitiful palms
Lyrical don blast 'til your spiritual gone
You been warned, I will mangle your physical form
This beat make me wanna suck a slot of whack rapper
Back packer, ain't up to speed, he need to rap faster
Push this pen like I'm in a box pushing reps
I get my weight up, don't ever overlook a vet
Cry baby ass niggas, they get shook to death
I'm wilding out nowadays so I look possessed
So all the sideways shit with the crooked neck
Can all stop, pine box, you get put to rest
I'm trying to juggle nine rocks till the world is mine
So get the fuck up out my way when I'm on my grind
If they acting outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violating, gotta clap 'em up
Call the coroners, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP, ain't no one fucking with us
If they acting outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violating, gotta clap 'em up
Call the coroners, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP, ain't no one fucking with us
Yeah
Trying to get our point across with the point of the cross
Crucify your rap style, I'm on point when I ball
New joints in the stores just like it usually be
We slapping up these bitch niggas, seeming foolish to me
Don't make me get an old school tool and use it on me
Commit suicide and teach your little crew about beef
The rhythm hit 'em in your blood stain, mahogany brown
The dichotomy of every thought I brought shut down
Logically it's contradictory and misery's found
I bounce back, count stacks, mom, look at me now
I'm taking charge with sacred bars, I'm sick in the head
Medication won't work, I'll talk shit when I'm dead
Resurrect with a new life, new mics, new eras
I'm drinking, new castles in some new Nikes
I keep artillery still with me 'cause I trust nothing
You hear them running, that's when you know who the fuck's dumping
If they acting outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violating, gotta clap 'em up
Call the coroners, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP, ain't no one fucking with us
If they acting outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violating, gotta clap 'em up
Call the coroners, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP, ain't no one fucking with us