Styles Of Beyond - k** 'Em In The Face lyrics

[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 k** ‘em in the face like (clack, clack, clack, clack, clack) k** ‘em in the face (clack, clack, clack, clack, clack) k**' em in the face like(clack, clack, clack, clack, clack) k** ‘em in the face like (clack, clack, clack, clack, clack) [Verse 1: Ryu] Yo, uh I make ‘em pa** out Suffocate, black out f** a face, down punk, puff away poof Evaporate s**ers, I decapitate a brother When you get me in the booth with Scoop I told ‘em I was comin, but they fronted like my sh** 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 motherf**ers 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, f** a roof Got money on my mind, I insinuate the shine Make these b**hes 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 b**hes... [Hook: Ryu, Scoop Deville]