Face Shots - J. Stalin

Run up on em give em face shots

Spot high I ain’t posted in a long time

I’ve been ridin' round gettin' mine off the phone, nigga

Banger on my lap, drivin' drinkin' this Patron, nigga

Always ridin' dirty but never be out of pocket

Humble but still cocky, you really gotta watch me

I got money on my mind, dope up in the car

Bad bitch ridin' with me and she down to take the charge

Mack 11 on my lap, 50 grand large

If it ain’t about the money, I might never call

Gotta do it big for my niggas behind the walls

Shooters on call, they’ll slide like hockey

Rockin' with this cinnamon bun under this Tommy

Red dot if I spot him I got him

He was talkin' shit, so I caught him slippin' and shot him

Caught him slippin' and shot him

And I ain’t playin' with you rap niggas, niggas

Fuck around and clap a nigga

And they ain’t even fire man I doubt it nigga, nigga

Cause me I’m just a real killa, killa

Run up on em give em face shots

I’ll put one of you niggas in a pine box

Smoking bad bitch like Vivica Fox

She was rocking with a nigga since I was selling them rocks

When the funkin' done stop then the money gets soft

But I gotta get this money so enemies gotta go

I done sold coke, tar, dro even blue pills

Made 100 bands flipped foreigns without a record deal

I’m from the old school I believe in longegevity

I be fucking bitches getting money 'til I’m 70

Free my nigga Gun doing time for a felony

You bitch niggas comedy Bill Bellamy

They know who them gangstas who be rockin' with them 30 sticks

The only Bay area nigga banned from the Catalyst

I come from the Cypress Village bricks

Where everybody either selling dope or hittin' licks

And I ain’t playin' with you rap niggas, niggas

Fuck around and clap a nigga, nigga

And they ain’t even fire man I doubt it nigga, nigga

Cause me I’m just a real killa, killa

Run up on em, give em face shots

When the chopper let loose I got no control

Drum on the Kedr, spell my name in bullet holes

If I don’t fuck with you nigga, anything goes

I off a nigga momma if the price right

Stuck in the ghetto, bitch, what your life like?

Runnin' dope like a New York turnpike

Got a few real niggas that’s doing life

Good niggas but they never play no games though

Put a bullet in your motherfuckin' brain though

All this ice got me colder than an Eskimo

I just counted a 100 bands, so what they hittin' for

I’ma play it high like I’m loaded off this Mary Jane

And let my lil niggas rock the dice game

I’ma play it high like I’m loaded off this Mary Jane

And let my lil niggas rock the dice game

And I ain’t playin' with you rap niggas, niggas

Fuck around and clap a nigga

And they ain’t even fire man I doubt it nigga, nigga

Cause me I’m just a real killa, killa

Run up on em give em face shots

Run up on em give em face shots

Run up on em give em face shots

Run up on em give em face shots