Artist: Ruthless Bastardz Album: New York's Most Wanted Song: United We Stand Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Apocalipps (Truck)] United we stand, divided we fall, the Bastardz If you, roll with us, get yo guns, nigga, blast it (cock your shit/let's go) Things just ain't the same no more Promise me you gon' ride for the cause (I promise) [Bless] You like a hitman with no hammer, an English teacher with no grammar A convict with no slammer I'm the photographer taking snapshots with no camera And when I pull out, you better say cheese Cuz when I finish with this juks, I snatch the patch off your leaves And your man on the corner getting packs from me And you know your baby momma's getting packed by me Fuck around and catch a slug for free, no cause Paramedics pull up on the scene, no pause Bullets crack your skull, brain on the floor, no thoughts And I'mma be here from here on in The industy is like the block and we want it Fuck dice, nigga, I roof ya mic Niggas thinking the shoes ain't tight I get the Big Pun spirit in me and crush you niggas Whoa, matter fact, yo Lipps, bust these niggas [Apocalipps] I'm still in the game, I snatch ya Xbox, stealing the game I take your soul, now I'm stealing your frame The heel of the gauge, pointed to the heel of your face The grimreaper with the hoodie on, stealing your age Ya niggas want attention, what the fuck, I acknowledge ya Do a drive by on the bus and spray you up with the silencer We got ill guns, that's why these niggas hate us Bullets fall, they get up and get at you, like nigga chasers Ya'll niggas falling behind, ya'll need to catch up The cops can't catch us, they artists can't sketch us Now who gon' ride when the time is real Who gon' step up in the clutch when it's time to kill And that's a good question, and only you know the answer Now you could, take your oath as you sing the anthem [Chorus] [Truck] It's obvious I write for the street, I'm all hard You can catch me late night without heat, it's all good Respect it, cough on my watch and my necklace You know that night, Truck came back busting reckless The pitcher on the mound, I throw a shot, you catch it Strike out, you're out, this is a Ruthless night out My nickname Con Ed, nigga, I put your lights out Yeah, you got money, your Coupe is real But I'm the type to do a drive by in a Snoop Deville And sped off through a three sixty, and when I blow I'm taking the whole Staten Island with you And all my four eighteen niggas, wilding with me High off the blueberry, drunk off the fucking Henny I'm about to clear this whole block with the semi Automatic, and ya'll niggas can't fuck with these Bastardz I got some shit with a clip that'll fuck up your fabrics I'm in a whole different lane, I can't fuck with you faggots Lick off, lick off, lick off [Chorus 2X]