J. Stalin - Face Shots Lyrics

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