It's On - Ice T

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

Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off

Find me Charlton Heston and I might cut his head off

I’m not to be fucked with

Step in the range of my Gauge 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 they whip me

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 your ass a story to write

Cause it’s on

It’s on

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

A lot of fans ain’t shit

Let me repeat

A lot of fans ain’t shit

Quick to flip if our group don’t hit

They 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 hit

Still roll with an extra clip

And those who think they’ll stop me, doubt it

Those motherfuckers better think about it

You’d best to let me rap

Ice back on the streets?

You don’t want that

Cause I break ill

And you’ll really have to Body Count the cops I’ll kill, it’s on

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

It’s on

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 jacks

CIA, FBI, IRS

Try to flip us out 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, it’s on

It’s on

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

It’s on