Artist: Iron Mic f/ Apocalipps, Truck Album: 12 Rounds, Vol. 1 Song: Sucka Free Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Apocalipps] Stay the fuck away from me, I'm trying to stay sucka free And, none of ya'll niggas getting nothing from me It's a war going on, in the streets every day And that's why I got something to say [Truck] Too many cops nowadays, somebody snitching in the hood Fuck a high impact, I'm still pitching in the hood White tee, flight jacket, pair of Air Force One's Five dimes to this fiend for this sawed off gun It'll only come out, if you dare cross son Soon as I pull the fucking trigger, I advise ya'll run I come through in a crack head car, nigga, fuck yo Benz I'm not really impressed by your corny ass rims You get stomped out here, with these convertible Timbs I got a short temper, and I'm known to get bored quick For no reason at all, I might start some shit These taxes is high, these streets is hectic And I salute them muthafuckas who them detectives An eye for an eye, nigga, tooth for a tooth You wanna play undercover, then prepare for the truth Ain't no respect, pull out the tech, place it on ya neck I want it all, nothing less, just for wreck [Apocalipps] Haha, I feel what you saying, nigga Aiyo, I'm still gon' sell records, and ya'll gon' kick dirt And show up at my platinum party with the Fuck Lipps shirt Ya'll see me every day, I know you wanna pop my top off I'm too thorough, ran everybody on ya block off You can't call jake, muthafucka, I paid the cops off You probably wait til the Source Awards to try to pop off You camera gangsta, you don't be rapping, you acting So save that shit for the silver screen Cuz my guns is all real, when they peel, you scream I send a bad bitch with AIDS to go and kill ya team And if you play me on wax, when I see you, I'mma clap you I don't do this shit for fun, I do this shit because I have to Either this rap shit, or do sticks and jack, ya finished The state caught me for 5 years, 3 days, and 20 minutes And they won't get another second, Pataki bought this record To read a mind of nigga thoughts that's crime infested My necklace, it wasn't bought with cash It got these big ass diamonds that can cut through glass And my pockets got paper, that can plush ya lab But my toast got shells that can crush your ass I had to cut my lieutanent cuz he knew too much Yo, in my hood they call me Kobe, cuz I shoot too much Don't ever sleep on them cats, from the Ferry and shit I put your mic in the casket and bury that shit [Chorus 2X] [Iron Mic] Yo, I show love, spit slugs, sell drugs for a living We grown thugs, started off as hard headed ass children Poverty stricken, you gangsta, you gotta be kidding I was raised with them wild cats, you polly with kittens You don't know where ya man, he probably missing Probably tied up in the back of the truck, probably bitching Probably chopped up in the reservoir, body with fishes Ruthless is for the streets, sow it up like stitches Now throw it up, rep ya district, grab ya biscuit What's the use of having a gun, you ain't gon hit shit A nigga told me self defense, that ain't make no sense Soon as the shots lit off, he ducking under the bench And hopping, over the fence, dropping all of his rent He lived the savage lifestyle, now it's time to repent It's time to pay the piper, and I ain't talking bout cash You pay the price with ya ass found dumped in the trash And we don't dead the drama, nigga, we dead the drama With lead and armor, word to the father What I write is real, leave you dead on the altar It's my life, my world, and I'm the author When I rap it's torture, you don't wanna cross us What you know about them grimey Staten Island New Yorkers Bring guns to ya office, biting niggas get off us Gangsta lifestyle, it prepares to boss us [Chorus 2X]