Artist: Ruthless Bastardz Album: Too Raw for Radio Song: Get Ya Grams Up Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Apocalipps] Get ya grams up, nigga, get ya grams up Get ya grams up, nigga, get ya grams up And if I got the drop on you, put ya hands up Now put ya hands up, nigga, put ya hands up [Iron Mic] Aiyo, I ain't the fucking one, you better ask about me I buck my gun, and it ain't never brought the ass up out me These cowards try to copy, I don't know what they was thinking You bet' to duck when that K spittin', your brain missing, leave you dead and stinking We slide off in the Lincoln, keep the clips in Fuck politicking, we ain't got a pot to piss in I'm a Bastard, I ain't never have a pop to listen You ain't my man, if you ain't with me, you my opposition And that's my motto, four-fifth hollows and chicks that swallow Live for the die, you can be gone tomorrow [Apocalipps] Aiyo, attention all my niggas that grind, squeeze your money tight Everything else could be wrong, make sure your money right If not, nothing else counts, and you have no accounts Fuck that, make sure you don't get caught in this bounce I'm on the paper chase, and this paper is kinda fast But I'm a, quick sprinter, so I'm right on his ass I lie for this cash, I cry for this cash, I die for this cash Shit, I sell Slick Rick my eye for this cash Click ka-pow, let's go, let the tech blow, somebody call the reverend Cuz I'm about to just rip 'em and lift 'em, send 'em to heaven Seven, shots from the mack clip, never closed casket, there they go them Bastardz Ya'll niggas is faggots and don't make me get my ratchet Stupid muthafucka, you need to get ya muthafuckin' grams up, nigga [Chorus 2X]