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L A Guns Slap In The Face

want what you got No surprise Cold sweat my hands shake No point getting excited She's on the case Knock you off your rocker Like a slap in the face

Allah rule Savior, never clone Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste Disgrace your date, put your title to waste Dominant lyrical grace, from a

trip this for a second nigga I'm bout to drop some more pimp shit on yo ass Have you ever slapped a bitch? Have you ever counted over a thousand dollars

afraid of the Bravehearts I'll take a razor open your face up I tried to tell these niggas we don't play I run up on you broad day with a A.K Cornball

It's kind of shady, I can vaguely remember I was at the Peppermill, popping at the bartender He made me a drink called uh, Bodybender That's when a smurf

m waving automatic guns at nuns" L's a rebel, on a higher level, go get a shovel Cause I'm the only son of the motherfucking devil It's a fact I'm living

Two: Black Thought Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste Disgrace your date put your title to waste Dominant lyrical grace, from a

I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!" [Poppa LQ] Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips

love It's a Low Pro camp, soldado with ammunition That never get no competition now we on a mission Stick a motherfucker with fileros Southern California