Artist: Iron Mic f/ Bless Album: 12 Rounds, Vol. 1 Song: Iron vs. Bless Typed by: Cno Evil [Iron Mic] I ain't, keeping it real, nigga, I'm keeping it Ruthless We the best in the world, nigga, so fuck what you think It's out turn, the rest of ya'll fall back Fucking popcorn artists, ya man, he ain't all that And nine times out of ten, your man, he ain't gon' clap I spit facts, not just cuz it sound nice in my rap I won't let him catch me sleeping, homey, trust me I'm holding So have ya gun, when you creep up on me I see ya snake eyes, it ain't hard to peep a phony So if a nigga test me, that mean a nigga don't know me He don't know how the Ruthless nigga really feel He don't know this Ruthless nigga will really kill Murdering shot, you don't know how it really feel But the Bastardz of might had, get shot or get stabbed Then run up in ya lab, coming for ya cash Call my younging for torture, put the plungers to ya ass, nigga It's not a game, nigga, I won't change for the fame Like these fake killas, my shit is way realer Blood stains on the concrete, we paint pictures Hundred mile an hour shots, but we ain't pitchers All I do is make hits, I'm a DH hitter So call me up when it's time to score Call me up when you need a nigga to bang the four Or when you wanna lock donw the block and supply the raw Nigga, I keep it Ruthless, I don't run to the law [Bless] Yo, you make me laugh, yo, pa, don't get ya shit split The Bastardz is back in this back, mic check? Check this Any nigga wanna step up? Get his head popped off And drug like skelly tops on the floor The general, and you know I'mma pop off Photographers, ya'll better catch these flicks Ruthless, lock it like Kunta chains on yo ankles I thank you, for letting us in the club to shank you Or catch you outside, here muthafucka, take two I wish they would...