Artist: Apocalipps f/ Iron Mic Album: The Get Right Song: Be More Careful Typed by: pneumatic [Intro] I heard that nigga good You heard him I know that yo, This nigga trippin yo [Chorus: Apocalipps, (Iron Mic)] Let's go, Come on Yep, Yep, Yep Ayo you better be careful what you say to me (Why nigga) Cause I might just spaz on you And yo you better be careful what you do to me (Fuck you gone do) Cause I might just do it to you [Iron Mic] Yo, Yo, Yo You better get back, Or get your shit pushed back It's hollow tip raps, Comin out this lyrical gat It's critical, These criminals don't know how to act Get bitch smacked, The wrong thing's comin out of your trap It's just me, My rhymes and my gat, (What up) My peeps, My freaks, Ruthless, My grind's in the back And we are, Currently on a grind in fact Just ask my nigga So, He know I don't lie in my raps Either the tech will pop, Or the heckler cocks Don't be testin us, You endin up dead in a box And I stay on the grind, It don't matter the time I learned magic, Turned rhymes into dollar signs I aint no mathematician, Just a rap magician Comin for your position, It's them Bastardz spittin Lyrics be like addition, I be addin on Iron Mic is the truth, Fuck these rappin cons You wanna see a real nigga, Put the glasses on I'm rippin anything, No matter what track I'm on I get visions of flashbacks of me, Blastin the cron See guns you couldn't carry, About the size of your arm Me and Apocalip, Is like Michael and Scottie Pip Two gun slangin niggas, Aint afraid to buy the shit We gone be excelled to a couple championships Life's a struggle tryna bubble, Like champaign sips Watch what comes out your lip, Get your campaign hit Nigga think he ridin high, Get his airplane hit Your man aint shit, Neither is you nor your crew Ruthless spit unbelievable, Believe it your through [Interlude: Apocalipps] Yo, Yo, Yo If your gat spit, Let it go, Bloaw-Bloaw-Bloaw-Bloaw If your gat spit, Let it go, Bloaw-Bloaw-Bloaw-Bloaw [Apocalipps] Ayo, Where all these gangsta come, (I dunno) I wanna pop them with toolies, They musta got them out the mafia movies Now stop it old foolie, Cause I just copped me an uzi And I'm about to hit your block and, Drop all you movies then rock you like oolies Blood stain will spot up your coochie I'll send the vultures after your ass and, Pocket your luchie Understand man, Your man is booty, Your clan is coohie Like a pack of Starburst, God damn yall fruity I'll wet up your set, Fly shit, I set up the best But my wrists, Hands and neck, It aint forgettin till death When I spit at the best, Get at his ass and get at his chest If there's more members of his crew, Fuck it, I'll get at the rest The milli don't test, Shells that could fill up your breast The last nigga, I left him stressed the way I lit up your vest I twisted his guess, Pushed his question mark to the left The paramedics hit the set, I let em get at the mess Don't put up with Lipps, Cause he'll get up hit up with techs I'll cut your fuckin head off, Then I'll shit in your neck Kid I aint reck, Whatever we can put up I bang Whoever cop up right now, They gonna get at the Less Staten I-S, L-A-N-D and we reck I got some bullets for your dog and I can throw em like fetch I throw em like catch, I throw em to your team at the set Or let your back catch a shot like Mike Piazz from the Mets, Bitch