Slap ’Em Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Doap Nixon]
Smack a n*gga and his chick when he ain't acting right
Clap a n*gga 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 n*gga's sh*t
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 n*ggas, 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 n*ggas get the whole clip
AOTP banging them, how they oughta be
And I ain't asking them n*ggas for their royalty
And on my way out
Stay with goons that put the flame out
QD n*ggas 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' with us
[Verse 2: Crypt The Warchild]
I don't f*ck 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 n*ggas, 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 b*tch n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 f*ck'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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' with us