Artist: Iron Mic f/ Apocalipps, Beno, Bless, Truck Album: 12 Rounds, Vol. 1 Song: Right Now Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Apocalipps (Truck)] I, will, pop, you, right now (Not now, right now) I, will, drop, you, right now (Not now, right now) [Apocalipps] That nigga bleed just like us, catch him at a spot, trynna cop What the fuck, he smoke weed just like us Yo, if you really wanna wrap him homey I can sweep they whole team without Shaq or Kobe Them dudes you hang wit is pussy, saying let that ride Nah, youse a fool if you let that slide Retaliation in the first degree, we family, B That shit he did to you, it's like he did it to me Alright now, go put the things in the Civic And we gon' start with the dudes who roll with 'em, to the cat that did it This is the get back, click blaow, nigga, get back Hit him in his chest, it'll be a while, before he catch his wind back [Bless] Yo, the voice of the streets is back, where, right here And any nigga want it with Bless, the booth is right there I make the lights shut down in this bitch And ya'll gon' think Rakim wrote this 16, quick I mastered this, and ya'll looking like the New York Knicks Now pack ya shit, before ya meat guard in this bitch And fuck ya chain, I'm starving, I'mma snatch ya kicks Right in the booth, the streets already know I'm the truth Outside the booth, the fifth'll blow ya North Face loose And it's only winter, but you asked for a hot a day To get your head popped off tonight and blowed the right way And you can run this shit back to ya click like fall back There's 2 from the pump'll make you take off like dogs sent [Chorus] [Truck] On the real, do you really want drama wit me? Why you all in my face, you got a problem wit me? Go get ya gun, muthafucka, you can solve it wit me The bigger the bang, man, go practice ya aim For you slip the fuck up and get popped in ya brain Yo, I hate to sound raw, but ain't no pounds no more Ya'll niggas can't even come, through my town no more And the only thing I got now, is rounds for ya'll At your funeral, I'mma be looking down on ya'll What you think, shit is funny, don't make me blast you, dummy Fuck what you heard, Truck'll give ya ass a run for the money Go head, place ya bet, nigga, raise ya set I'm not a son, raising child, I'm raising the tech [Beno] If you'se a killa, the repping shouldn't be ya job You should be working for the muthafucking mob Mr. Hitman, don't get hit, man, for talking, shit, man Know what I grip, fam, the big arms Whatchamacallit, don't make Beno wild out In this bitch like an alcholic Cuz you know what I'm addicted to, got you, some stick in you Catch you with ya boo and guess what, she a victim to You know what this nigga do, smake the bitch, a nigga to Stab you, pull a trick or two, I'm so unpredictable [Chorus] [Iron Mic] It's Iron Mic, bitch, I ain't never heard of you And I ain't no killa, nigga, but I murder you The dream team, it don't matter who I throw it to We gon' score, man, we banging them fours We make, money and spend it, go and spend with for more So I scream fuck the police, the hell wit the law You ain't never heard no shit like this before They want peace in the rap game, we bringing the raw We ain't asking no more, man, we kicking ya door Cock back, let off a biggie, I got Brooklyn wit me Staten, Queens, BX, uptop, the whole New York City Ruthless, this time we get it back, get ya knife, get to stab Start wilding black, bringing Staten Island back [Chorus 2X]