Kill ’Em in the Face

[Intro]

S-T-Y-L-E-S

Yeah...Yeah..Yeah..

[Hook: Ryu, Scoop Deville]

When you see me in the place start chillin

I keep it jam packed from the floor to the ceiling

You think I give a damn, 'cuz you rollin’ with some villains

If you feelin like a boss, man, bro, go get ‘em. (Go Get 'Em!)

I kill ‘em in the face like (clack, clack, clack, clack, clack)

Kill ‘em in the face (clack, clack, clack, clack, clack)

Kill’ em in the face like(clack, clack, clack, clack, clack)

Kill ‘em in the face like (clack, clack, clack, clack, clack)

[Verse 1: Ryu]

Yo, uh

I make ‘em pass out

Suffocate, black out

Fuck a face, down punk, puff away poof

Evaporate suckers, I decapitate a brother

When you get me in the booth with Scoop

I told ‘em I was comin, but they fronted like my shit wasn’t official

Then the single started popping like ‘Oops’

I shook a little sugar in your ice tea

‘Oh, I think they like me’

It might be the twenties on the coupe..hmm

I doubt it, ‘cuz I’m ‘bout it from my feet to my fitted

My shit is nasty, you people need to freakin’ admit it

By now, you know it, you noticed I’ve been growing a grip

A white rapper (Hmm..) they should do a show on this shit

So, “Hallelujah Holla back”, this is California Crack

And it’s coming from the R-Y-U

I see your little crew falling back, why you crawling with the Mack

Cuz you know you motherfuckers won’t shoot

Forget it...

[Hook: Ryu, Scoop Deville]

[Verse 2: Scoop Deville]

Uh, Chea

I’m in the hood now, rolling with a half pound

Chilling at the crack house, cutting up loops

These haters want to hate now, ‘cuz they a’int got my sound

Set the whole building on fire, fuck a roof

Got money on my mind, I insinuate the shine

Make these bitches go blind like Magoo

They see me on the grind, I’m high of the pine

What you pay for one, that’s what I pay for two

I hit ‘em in the face like “Smack!”, blow your hold wig back

Turn brains into meatball soup

I’m leaving no trace, so they’re ain’t no case

A couple of court dates, and after that I’m through

Get money till I die, I got your supply

Hoes wonder why, they ain’t got a clue

Still known for crime, I drop my own dimes

I feed ya to your lions at the L.A. Zoo

You bitches...

[Hook: Ryu, Scoop Deville]