| Smack a nigga and his chick when he ain’t acting right
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| Clap a nigga on a when he ain’t right
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| Too many weirdos in this game and it ain’t hard to miss
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| Them the ones that go from hard to that retarded spit
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| Just because I refuse to get on nigga’s shit
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| Doesn’t mean I ain’t in a lab making a classic diss
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| Bring
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| I just had to switch the labor up
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| Blame it on me, my last label sucked
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| Past made them niggas, I took them to the hood
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| With no chrome or them faggots thought I would go wood
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| From SD to God’s Fury we gave them hits
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| What a lawsuit? |
| Them niggas get the whole clip
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| AOTP banging them, how they oughta be
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| And I ain’t asking them niggas for their royalty
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| And on my way out
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| Stay with goons that put the flame out
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| QD niggas ready to bang out
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| If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
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| If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
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| Caught a coroner’s, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
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| AOTP ain’t no one fuckin' with us
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| If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
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| If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
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| Caught a coroner’s, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
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| AOTP ain’t no one fuckin' with us
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| I don’t fuck with the drama, I just start a war
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| Leave no stone unturned, I finish 'em all
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| I ain’t even try to preach, no biblical song
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| You wanna hand out? |
| You got pitiful palms
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| Lyrical Don, blessed till your spiritual gone
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| You been warned, I will mangle your physical form
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| This beat make me wanna suck a
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| Wack rapper, back packer
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| Ain’t up the speed, he need to rap faster
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| Push this pen like I’m in a box pushin' raps
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| I get my weight up, don’t ever overlook of that
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| Crybaby ass niggas, they get shook to death
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| I’m wilding out nowadays so I look possessed
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| So waterside, way ship with the crooked neck
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| Can’t, you get put to rest
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| I’m tryna juggle now rocks 'til the world is mine
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| So get the fuck up out my way, when I’m on my grind
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| If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
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| If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
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| Caught a coroner’s, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
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| AOTP ain’t no one fuckin' with us
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| If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
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| If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
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| Caught a coroner’s, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
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| AOTP ain’t no one fuckin' with us
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| Tryna get our point across with a point and a cross
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| Crucify your rap style, I’m on point when I ball
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| New joints in the stores, just like it usually be
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| We slappin' up these bitch niggas seemin' foolish to me
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| Don’t make get a old school tool and use it on me
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| Commit suicide and teach a little crew 'bout beef
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| The rhythm hit 'em and your bloodstain mahogany brown
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| The dichotomy of every thought I brush it down
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| Logically it’s contradictory and misery’s found
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| I bounce back, count stacks, mom, look at me now
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| I’m taking charge with bars, I’m sick in the head
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| Medication won’t work, I talk shit when I’m dead
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| Resurrect with a new life, new mics
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| New eras, I’m drinkin Newcastles, and some new night
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| I keep artilleries still on me 'cause I trust nothing
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| We hit 'em running, that’s when you know who the fuck’s dumping
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| If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
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| If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
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| Caught a coroner’s, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
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| AOTP ain’t no one fuckin' with us
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| If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
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| If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
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| Caught a coroner’s, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
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| AOTP ain’t no one fuckin' with us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slap 'em Up , by - Outerspace. Song from the album My Brother's Keeper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп