Artist: Apocalipps f/ Bless, Iron Mic Album: The Get Right Song: What Would You Do? Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Apocalipps, (DJ Storm)] (New Ruthless Bastardz) Lets go (DJ Storm) I need yall on this one I'm out, (World War III) All the grimey niggas come out I'm out (Another mix creation) [Chorus: Apocalipps] This is for the Ruthless Bastardz, There's on born everyday Ruthless Bastardz, We goin out in a blaze They tyrna cover your eyes so the truth you can't see What would you do if you was me, Cause I'ma a Ruthless Bastard [Apocalipps] Yo, Yo, Yo if you scared get a dog, When I'm scared I cock the four I fuckin, Knock on your door then put some shots in your jaw Yall lie in your songs, These rap niggas'll tell me wrong But a, I thank God I keep my helmet on And the mic is my bitch, Fuck around I'ma rape her And my, Pen is a freak cause it molests the papers I cut my eye lids off, Just so I can't sleep Yall tryna Ramadan a nigga for life, I eat I can't speak my mind, When I'm spittin these songs I'll tell you what you wanna hear then you tell me I'm wrong The ghetto is real, The metal is real, The chedda is real Shit, You blow trial then you better appeal The better the cash, Then that means the better the deal I'll put a price on your head, They'll find you dead in the fields With lead in your grill, I'll give you somethin to feel Official blood money, I keep the red on my bills And if you gone plan a hit then put your best on it I got a bullet with your picture, Your name, And your address on it [Chorus] [Iron Mic] Yo my flow is magnificent, Everyday I'm on some different shit I might just spit the fifth, Leave you stiff I might spit the four, Thanks Lord, I'm blessed with the gift Promise to keep it real, Promise to tell the truth when I rap I'm just a lyricist slash street nigga, Slash drug dealer Slash starvin, We got to eat nigga I was raised in the jungle, We had to be killas I was bored of the rats, Crack, Mack millas Gats, Black and Silver, Gangstas, Cap peelers So it figures why we clap for the skrilla React a little quicker, When the drama is on Nigga the tracks a little hotter, When the Iron is on We get emotional for the dough For my family, The Bastardz, My money, Then my toaster blow We rock from coast to coast, Nigga you aint ready to load Grab your toast and go for broke We live like animals, Go at your throat You get smoked like goat, We children with no hope And get plucked like ass, Just can't fuck with the Bastardz I'm done talking, Go get your ratchet [Bless] Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo surprise motherfucka, The king is back I'm like Sterokivitz the way I bust three out the gat Night night for you niggas thats talkin I'm about to cop some coke, Cop some kicks, And this nigga a coffin It's Bless, When you think of me you think of the four So what you you think that I'm thinkin when I kick down your door I'm thinkin minks, Fuck it, Fur coats, Ts and all Ruthless Bastardz, Last CD was raw And you niggas think I rhyme for yall, Thats funny Cause I rhyme for my niggas sellin shit by the store Sellin weed, Sellin crack by the store Arab whillin, Bless take that shit out the store And I'ma eat regardless, Cause my stomach is groulin Life is too hard, Thats why you never catch me smilin [Chorus]