[Intro: Apocalipps]
Ruthless Bastardz, Staten Island's best kept secret,
Let's go yall, What the fuck, Yo.
[Apocalipps]
Ayo these niggas wanna test my flows, They wanna step in my clothes,
They wanna feel the blows, Fuck it let's go,
I gotta clip and you can have it all,
I'll cut your nuts off and give em back to you then tell you to have a ball,
{Even though what we do is wrong}
And you could think what you want about Lips,
For real partner, Got so many niggas pushin up flowers, Think I'ma gardener,
A nice guys, But it's always vics that push me,
I'm like aids, Cause all I kill is dicks and pussies,
And real niggas do real things,
So that means, If my crack stops sellin, I'ma split me a melon,
And if these niggas stop tellin, It'll be a less felon,
(Now you know that shit I'm smellin, Keep flowin Lips)
{Even though what we do is wrong}
Yo, In my hood I'm the throw back king,
Not cuase my jerseys, Because I throw that thing,
Leave your ass with a toe-tac string,
And my iron don't plug in, The difference you should know that sceam,
Ruthless, You should know that team,
Introduce you to me inferred, You don't wanna know that beam,
And I never liked exams, So I'm not gone test you,
But when they find your body, They gone know Lips blessed you,
{Even though what we do is wrong}
Yo, Yall niggas got some audacity,
Yall made some records, But yall after me,
What the fuck, Get em Truck.
[Truck]
Hold that nigga, Start the ignition,
I'm about to straight ride on these mark ass bitches,
My gun jam I'ma put my knife to work,
Poke your ass, And see how nice it work,
Spit my razor out, And straight plat it on your face,
Guerilla niggas, Straight Planet of the Apes,
{Even though what we do is wrong}
Kick the door down, Take the money out your safes,
Straight gangsta, Smack your honey in the face,
Post it up in Bowling Green, Not good for a sceam,
And I'm good for a jukes, So I'll be changin rings,
I'm on some shit this year, I got a new mission,
I got a new check, Spit you out like New Addition,
Stay the fuck out my lane, Don't you know who Truck is,
You want me to run your ass over with these 18 wheels,
{Even though what we do is wrong}
It be back in the four building, Head in the olster,
Flippin on these red neck, With the guns in the holster,
Like soon as this butts cut off, And they take these cuffs off,
I'ma fuck around a shut the Ruck off,
I was born in 73, Like the great wars of Attica, Shit happened in 73,
Whose willin with me, Who smokes raps inside swifties,
Slap the woman up, And then go to the box with me,
{Even though what we do is wrong}
Collapsed lung, Wanted dead, Death row,
And if yall niggas comin with me, Then let's go,
My niggas roll like the orange crush, Fuck you up,
Bats, Guns, And knives, Or we can knuckle up,
Hit you with a body shot, Make you buckle up,
You might crash in the V, You better buckle up, Muthafuckas.
{Even though what we do is wrong}
{Even though what we do is wrong}