[Intro]
This is that good shit right?
It's that Get Right.
It's the Get Right right here, It's that Get Right nigga.
[Apocalipps]
Ohh, Apocalipps, Ohh, Yo, I said Yo,
I said mistake me, Don't mistake me, Please,
I hate these, My gats always on fire, Fuck a safety,
Don't make me, Make you disappear, Straight Gs,
I like beats like these, Bite it and give it rabies,
Like rats do, And I can see it in your facials,
I run with wild dudes that eat food, And they will taste you,
Hit you from your neck to, Your chest to, Your ankles,
You Schwarzenegger cats is mistakes, I must erase you,
I aint gone chase you, See I'ma let this bullet race you,
And treat you like a new pair of air max and lace you,
My Yankee bat will break every bone inside your leg,
Even Evil Knievel wouldn't jump off with his moped,
Now here's the big one, Your not calm fuckin with Lipps son,
That's like makin a midget shoot the fair one with Big Pun,
That's out work weight class, Apocalipps I'll take your stiz-ash,
And yall Jennifer Lopez niggas is straight iz-ass,
What is that, Try me and you gone find out,
This aint no game, Once you get here you can't call time out,
Yo I'm from Staten Island, You shouldn't fuck with them kids,
And I'm not Christopher Wallace but you can still call me big,
Because I got big lips, A big dick, A big gun and it spit,
A big house with a big fence, Insurance, I got a big six,
It's like that, Go get your shit pushed back,
Because you don't even have to go to McDonalds to taste a Big Mac,
Loaded with hollow heads, Roll deep with ghetto heads,
And I got toast to toast on you so called thorough breads,
I'm too nice, And why the fuck you got your shoes tight,
Because you aint gonna bust a fuckin grape in a food fight,
Niggas spit lungies, And some niggas spit flames,
Man I'm spittin shit that's cold to leave you froze for five decades,
I went from doin shows, To up north as a recade,
And robbin niggas in the town, This is my best days,
But that's my past cause, All I do now is sell lyrics,
And kill niggas with my rhymes and listen to their spirit,
Shh you hear it, One of the illest niggas out of S.I.,
And I we ever cross we cross your heart and hope you'll die,
I'll break my 9 piece in half and now I have a 4-5,
The clouds aint gonna shoot back, Stop bustin shots in the sky fucka,
Uhh, Ruthless Bastards, Staten Island let's go,
That how you do it nigga, That's how you fuckin do it.
