Slap 'em Up - Outerspace, 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

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

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 suck 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

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

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

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