Artist: June Luva f/ Iron Mic
Album:  2-11 in Progress, Vol. 1
Song:   Catch Me in the Street
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Iron Mic]
Ya'll niggas call me Iron Mic, cuz I hit hard
With the fists or the bars, we come to take what's ours
We spit checks, get a chin check, so don't disrespect
And we keep it in the fam, we practice ancestors
We don't need a tech to prove we the best
Cuz if rap was pussy, all I need is sex
I fuck it raw dog, no condoms, leaving it wet
And you don't want, no problems, I solve 'em to death
Revolving a tech, regardless, the Gods gon' rep
Rain, sleet, hail, snow, nigga, I'm guarding my vest
You either retarted to death, thinking you can fuck around
Your Phillies and your White Owls, the only thing you busting down
Don't make me touch a clown, bust this pound, have you ducking down
More flavor than gator, nigga, you bust a brown
I'm from a town, where niggas slang crack to the death
Rap play ball, get 9 to 5, to cashing the check
Commiting homicide, most of these niggas blasting for rep
We all caught up in the action, living in the projects
But I'm a straight soldier, til the game's over, gun in my hostler
One on my hip, nigga, one on my shoulder
Keep a few in the clip, when we doing the hold up
If I got my son wit me, then we one in the stroller

[Chorus: Iron Mic (June Luva)]
You can catch me in the streets, banging my heat
Rolling with my thug niggas, and we mad deep
Fuck to tell it sweet, bitch, you in the back seat
Ma, give me a beep, if you really trynna creep
(You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
If you owe me money, pay that man, I think you should
Come through lay ya ass face down on the wood
Pop off at the mouth, man, I wish a nigga would)

[June Luva]
Yo, first and foremost, I'm the sickest muthafucka that's writing
Hottest nigga that's spitting, livest nigga reciting
You haven't witness Gladiation since the Clash of the Titans
I'm the best thing that happened since Chris was the titan
And I know ya'll muthafuckas ain't liking what I'm saying
And it ain't low, dunn, to get low, and start spraying
Clap, niggas laying flat, must of thought that I was playing
But, now we cop Henn in every road that I'm banging
Run and tell ya A&R and, ain't no comp when I'm sparring
Every hood in my verse, past the margin of this pad
On the streets I can never a son, I'm a dad
Next to Pac, I'm the realest thing that rap's ever had
Ask Billy Bath, if you wanna, twelve gauge in the corner
Just thought that I would warn ya, better yet, it's too inform ya
East coast to California, pop shit, I'm all up on ya
Six cells'll transform ya, send niggas up on ya

[Chorus 2X]