Ice T - It's On Lyrics
Intro:Yo, ice, the organization say they cant stay in business with us anyLonger. what you gonna do?We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later... we haveAbsolutely no option but to move forward. well have to set up our ownDistribution, manufacturing, run a totally indipendent organization andOperation. we still got our connections in texas, miami, new york, chicago,Detroit and soldiers on the street willing to die. I cant put any cut onThe product... I just cant live like that. but from now on if any copsGet in our way... (3 gunshots)Verse 1:Turn up the mic, dogSo I can get offFind me charlton heston and we mightCut his head offIm not to be *****ed withStep in the range of my guage and get bucked quickNiggas, hoes, I dont know who you areMy friends or foesSmile in my faceAnd plot to kill me behind doorsI got a new attitudeNo trustGot me in a cornerAll a nigga can do is bustIt may be youTheres gonna be a lot of dead before Im throughIm bout to break off niggas who play me and dis meTry to switch from side to side like the ? ? ? ? ? ?The damage is doneSource magazineYoure the first oneYou try to dis chuck, cube and meHow the ***** you pick us 3?You punk mother*****ers aint shitYoure just a bunch of hoesMakin money off the prosAnd when I see I get you in my sightsI give yo ass a story to writeCause its onChorus:Its on mother*****erAnd you cant turn the shit offCatch you in the streets and your assll get tossedBang! bang! bang! cause it aint no thangTo put in work and watch your head burstVerse 2:A lot of fans aint shiyLet me repeat:A lot of fans aint shiyQuick to flip if our group dont hitThat dont make you nothin but a pop ho *****And I dont need yaI love to bleed yaAll I ever wanted was a real niggas praiseBut the sad mother*****in factIs that aint that many real mother*****ers these daysGame knows game I know too many who plays the nameAnd I can make it in the music or the street gameI still got hoes thatll workStill got crews thatll workStill roll with an extra clipAnd those who think theyll stop meDoubt itThose mother*****ers better think about itYoud besta let me rapIce back on the streets?You dont want thatCause I break illAnd you really ? ? ?Chorus:Its on mother*****erAnd you cant turn the shit offCatch you in the streets and your assll get tossedBang! bang! bang! cause it aint no thingTo put in work and watch your body jerkVerse 3:Its on mother*****erYou goddamn right its onMy royalty chequeYeah, fool, I write my ownI own my own labelPut my own shit outSo no one tells me what the ***** to talk aboutAnd all the suckas that said I was through:You need to wake up to my viewIm fallen offHa! ha! thats a joke!You mother*****ers are still unknown and brokeAnd Im stankin richMy *****in maid lives better than you, *****So shut your trapWhen it comes to this level of gameYou dont know jackCiaFbiIrsTry to ? ? ? for sweatBut theyll never sweat you sonCause youre brokeAnd youre dumbAnd youre no threat to no oneThem fools dont playI gotta deal with those mother*****ers every dayTheyd love to get me behind barsThey hawk a nigga like Im carlos escobarBut in a way I amBeen puttin dope on the street for yearsAnd dont give a damnSo Im thinkin about them, friendThe real mother*****in gangstas wanna see me endIts gonna end up in a bloodbathNo doubtThats the only way Im going outChorus:Its on mother*****erAnd you cant turn the shit offCatch you in the streets and your assll get tossedBang! bang! bang! cause it aint no thingTo put in work and watch your head burst
