Slap ’Em Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Doap Nixon] Smack a nigga and his chick when he ain't acting right Clap a nigga on a [?] when he ain't [?] right Too many weirdos in this game and it ain't hard to miss Them the ones that go from hard to that retarded spit Just because I refuse to get on nigga's shit Doesn't mean I ain't in a lab making a classic diss Bring [?] I just had to switch the labor up Blame it on me, my last label sucked Past made them niggas, I took them to the hood With no chrome or them faggots thought I would go wood From SD to God's Fury we gave them 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 their royalty And on my way out Stay with goons that put the flame out QD niggas ready to bang out [Hook: Planetary] If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us [Verse 2: Crypt The Warchild] I don't fuck with the drama, I just start a war Leave no stone unturned, I finish 'em all I ain't even try to preach, no biblical song You wanna hand out? You got pitiful palms Lyrical Don, blessed till your spiritual gone You been warned, I will mangle your physical form This beat make me wanna sucka slide a wack rapper Back packer Ain't up the speed, he need to rap faster Push this pen like I'm in a box pushin' raps I get my weight up, don't ever overlook of that Crybaby ass niggas, they get shook to death I'm wilding out nowadays so I look possessed So waterside, way ship with the crooked neck Can't [?], you get put to rest I'm tryna juggle now rocks 'til the world is mine So get the fuck up out my way, when I'm on my grind [Hook: Planetary] If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us [Verse 3: Planetary] Tryna get our point across with a point and a cross Crucify your rap style, I'm on point when I ball New joints in the stores, just like it usually be We slappin' up these bitch niggas seemin' foolish to me Don't make get a old school tool and use it on me Commit suicide and teach a little crew 'bout beef The rhythm hit 'em and your bloodstain mahogany brown The dichotomy of every thought I brush it down Logically it's contradictory and misery's found I bounce back, count stacks, mom, look at me now I'm taking charge with [?] bars, I'm sick in the head Medication won't work, I talk shit when I'm dead Resurrect with a new life, new mics New eras, I'm drinkin Newcastles, and some new night I keep artilleries still on me 'cause I trust nothing We hit 'em running, that's when you know who the fuck's dumping [Hook: Planetary] If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us