It's On Lyrics

Yo, Ice, the organization say they can't stay in business with us any

longer. What you gonna do?

We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later... we have

absolutely no option but to move forward. We'll have to set up our own

distribution, manufacturing, run a totally indipendent organization and

operation. We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago,

Detroit and soldiers on the street willing to die. I can't put any cut on

the product... I just can't live like that. But from now on if any cops

get in our way... [3 gunshots]

[Verse 1:]

Turn up the mic, dog

So I can get off

Find me Charlton Heston and we might

Cut his head off

I'm not to be fucked with

Step in the range of my guage and get bucked quick

Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are

My friends or foes

Smile in my face

And plot to kill me behind doors

I got a new attitude

No trust

Got me in a corner

All a nigga can do is bust

It may be you

There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through

I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis me

Try to switch from side to side like the ??? ???

The damage is done

Source magazine

You're the first one

You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me

How the fuck you pick us 3?

You punk motherfuckers ain't shit

You're just a bunch of hoes

Makin' money off the pros

And when I see I get you in my sights

I give yo' ass a story to write

Cause it's on

[Chorus:]

It's on motherfucker

And you can't turn the shit off

Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed

Bang! Bang! Bang! cause it ain't no thang

To put in work and watch your head burst

[Verse 2:]

A lot of fans ain't shiy

Let me repeat:

A lot of fans ain't shiy

Quick to flip if our group don't hit

That don't make you nothin but a pop ho bitch

And I don't need ya

I love to bleed ya

All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise

But the sad motherfuckin fact

Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these days

Game knows game I know too many who plays the name

And I can make it in the music or the street game

I still got hoes that'll work

Still got crews that'll work
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And those who think they'll stop me

Doubt it

Those motherfuckers better think about it

You'd besta let me rap

Ice back on the streets?

You don't want that

Cause I break ill

And you really ???

[Chorus:]

It's on motherfucker

And you can't turn the shit off

Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed

Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing

To put in work and watch your body jerk

[Verse 3:]

It's on motherfucker

You Goddamn right it's on

My royalty cheque

Yeah, fool, I write my own

I own my own label

Put my own shit out

So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about

And all the suckas that said I was through:

You need to wake up to my view

I'm fallen off

Ha! Ha! That's a joke!

You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke

And I'm stankin' rich

My fuckin maid lives better than you, bitch

So shut your trap

When it comes to this level of game

You don't know jack

CIA

FBI

IRS

Try to ??? for sweat

But they'll never sweat you son

Cause you're broke

And you're dumb

And you're no threat to no one

Them fools don't play

I gotta deal with those motherfuckers every day

They'd love to get me behind bars

They hawk a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar

But in a way I am

Been puttin dope on the street for years

And don't give a damn

So I'm thinkin about them, friend

The real motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end

It's gonna end up in a bloodbath

No doubt

That's the only way I'm going out

[Chorus:]

It's on motherfucker

And you can't turn the shit off

Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed

Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing

To put in work and watch your head burst

Ice-T It's On