Artist: Iron Mic f/ Apocalipps Album: 12 Rounds, Vol. 1 Song: Get Popped Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Apocalipps] I don't care if you thugging or not I'll have a thorough nigga run in yo spot (Iron Mic) Let me find out you talking to cops To find your body with ya dick in ya butt (biatch) Son, really think that's it's sweet, but it's not We had to struggle just to get to the top (oh no) Ruthless and we making it hot You know my gun holds sixteen shots, get popped [Apocalipps] I spaz out on tracks, they say I'm too jailed out And I, wild in clubs like I just got bailed out Just yesterday, I was up north with Black Tails beating my dick But now I'm home spitting heat with my click And ya'll seem to forget, that I'm the one that give it up, give lumps Turn it up, twist skunk, all my niggas get crunked If it's beef, I just creep to the back of the trunk Spinner hit you in yo back with the pump You got tore up, because you like showing ya ass Now you in the hospital with a robe, that be showing ya ass I got more in my glass, we only talk over the cash Play this loud in yo whip, and your rover gon' crash Get open off grass, sticky green stuck in the dash I'm on parole, you see the po', hit the clutch and the gas And get out of here fast, mami won the backstage pass She said she fuck a stallion plus stick dick in her ass We had to breeze off, cuz shorty leaked spaghetti sauce I like ready drawers, I run through bitches like Eddie George That's a petty cause, go against Lipps, bet he fall All my niggas got dead arms, they ready to store [Chorus] [Iron Mic] You muthafuckas thought you wasn't gonna see us His funeral arrange was made, when we bust, we coming like Jesus I spit the facts, ya'll best bet is believe us Radiator gats, we stay with them heaters Rhymes for days, nines that blaze, for cats Who be acting strange, don't make me tie up the braids Throw on a mask, murder ya ass, my burners'll blast I burn for the cash, we ain't concerned with ya past We straight wilding, you hiding when them gats is firing All I know is rap and crack supplying All I know, when there's drama, we be acting violent Guns'll clap on you, leave you silent, nigga Nothing but jukses, guns, crack, weed and dice And we are number one, don't believe the hype The four's blazing, dough chasing, these niggas is mad hating I keep the pump like I work at the gas station Matter fact, we dump like we work at the sanitation Ya'll niggas is faking, get popped like bacon Shutting down ya whole show, nigga, drop ya rating Stop complaining, show you what the glock containing Sixteen, hollow tip shots, rock ya face in Stand up nigga, let me show you what you facing Ruthless, bout to take over the fucking nation Iron Mic ain't playing, my gun is blazing, homey [Chorus] [Apocalipps] I read the Art of War, then I paint the art of war A potrait in the frame, showing ya brains on the floor Like 48 laws, I son you when I give you these chores Put in that work, hold this 'fore I run to your drawers [Iron Mic] Yo, when I grab the microphone it's war, I spit raw Authentic street hip hop, crack ya jaw Pass the four, I ain't 'fraid to blast the four He only real, til the shots, cuz he was ass in drawers [Apocalipps] Eight in the dash, I was speeding in the range when I crashed And you, dick in the butt niggas is pains in the ass Youse is soft, nigga, all these Coupes is bought I shove ya brain in ya ass, and make you booth ya thoughts Then shit out ya mind, don't make me get out the nine And hit the first jack dash that try to get out of line I'm staying alive, like Boogie Nights, I'm staying alive Cuz if you beef, I'mma spray the calico with your five And holy your whip, somebody should of told you it's Lipps Now I'mma bury you alive and leave you lonely with ticks Maggots and bugs, gon' eat through your casket like grub And lord forgive you for your sins, for trying to act like a thug [Iron Mic] Man, I'm a street nigga, I ain't no rapper So you better keep ya gat, muthafucka, it's not hard to get atcha Forget having sex, nine'll undress you faster Don't worry bout me, I won't kill you unless I have to You punk muthafuckas know what I'm after Don't make me send those boys to your crib, picking up your matress Told you before, not to fuck with them Bastardz Now I gotta show you how to do this son, pick up the ratchet And make that boy mama pick up his casket And pardon me for being so hard, but when I spit it, it's classic I'm Iron Mic, nigga, but call me cactus Cuz when I stick, if you resist, nigga, you will get blasted [Chorus]