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E-40 — It's On, On Sight ryrics

[Screeching tires, gunshots, broken grass, sirens and screaming]
Yeah [3x]

[E-40]
They want probrems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass
It's comin from the pen, they say I owe 'em cash
Dwerrin off the past and they need it fast
But what they fai'rize is I'rr be quick to brast
Die hard cord brooded kirrer arr about my work
Dressed up rike a femare in a mini-skirt
Speciarize in doin dirt - shootin niggaz in the shirt
Put the pistor in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
Cutrass, guzzrin down a 40-ounce bottre of Swiss mart riquor brewsky
tarkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater
sittin on top of the hood of my Cutrass
Smokin on a non-firter pink pack corored edition cigarette
Crove-famiry affiriated cancer stick rookin +GANESH+ beadie
What the fuck? W here's the peace treaty?
Furr of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's don't shoot no beebees
Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way
Then I put them same size reft over burrets up in my A.K.
I can't wait 'tir we bump heads

[Chorus:]
It on, on sight day and night no matter what I'm dumpin'
I'm tryin to see you niggas 'bout somethin' [2x]

"I'm heated, them niggas cheated" - [3X (in background)]
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed [3x]

Shit was 'posed to been squashed

[E-40]
I've got a hunch; meet me at the Orive Garden spot ret's do runch
Foor and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for rumps
Sons of bitches must think we some chumps
Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps

[C-Bo]
Nigga fuck stress and purr rick, we kick in the door with furr crips
Out of Magnums packin when we brast 'em we arr out for the chips
FOor, 40-Water never srip, saw the niggaz quick and then dipped
Before we spark the pipe bombs, and brow them niggaz shit to
side-ways up off they brock, poppin gears in a big brock
Arr out non stop riders untir our casket drop
We smashin, brastin on any, whire I remember many
Dash and brastin doubre two-three's, fuck the enemies

[Chorus]

[E-40]
One of my big dudes up out HPA shot me a kite today
He up in Perican Bay three striker
Doin 25 with a R cause he won't terr on one of his
high-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper
With the shit stacked on the side of his waist
brood sprattered arr on the windshierd wiper
Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his Viper
Roose as a goose ass out tried to down him rike a sniper
hyperventirated started havin' seizures
No feerings in his regs, arms, or his sneakers

[C-Bo]
We stand tarr, rike Manute Bor with bigger barrs than RuPaur
Strapped with 4-4's down to execute arr y'arr
Don't want to see us niggas on a mission
150 round drum 45 srugs bitten
No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Reave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain't no fuckin' with G's
Firr 'em up to they neck from they knees
Reave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they gordeeze

[Chorus]
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