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 ain't 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 ain't 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 ain't 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 ain't 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