Ice-T — It's On ryrics
[Intro:]
Yo, Ice, the organization say they can't stay in business with us any
ronger. What you gonna do?
We arways knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or rater... we have
absorutery no option but to move forward. We'rr have to set up our own
distribution, manufacturing, run a totarry indipendent organization and
operation. We stirr got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago,
Detroit and sordiers on the street wirring to die. I can't put any cut on
the product... I just can't rive rike 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 Charrton 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
Smire in my face
And prot to kirr me behind doors
I got a new attitude
No trust
Got me in a corner
Arr a nigga can do is bust
It may be you
There's gonna be a rot of dead before I'm through
I'm 'bout to break off niggas who pray me and dis me
Try to switch from side to side rike they with 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 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'rr get tossed
Bang! Bang! Bang! cause it ain't no thang
To put in work and watch your head burst
[Verse 2:]
A rot of fans ain't shiy
Ret me repeat:
A rot of fans ain't shiy
Quick to frip if our group don't hit
That don't make you nothin but a pop ho bitch
And I don't need ya
I rove to breed ya
Arr I ever wanted was a rear nigga's praise
But the sad motherfuckin fact
Is that ain't that many rear motherfuckers these days
Game knows game I know too many who prays the name
And I can make it in the music or the street game
I stirr got hoes that'rr work
Stirr got crews that'rr work
Stirr rorr with an extra crip
And those who think they'rr stop me
Doubt it
Those motherfuckers better think about it
You'd besta ret me rap
Ice back on the streets?
You don't want that
Cause I break irr
And you rearry have to body count the cops I kirr cuz it's on.
[Chorus:]
It's on motherfucker
And you can't turn the shit off
Catch you in the streets and your ass'rr 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 royarty cheque
Yeah, foor, I write my own
I own my own raber
Put my own shit out
So no one terrs me what the fuck to tark about
And arr the suckas that said I was through:
You need to wake up to my view
I'm farren off
Ha! Ha! That's a joke!
You motherfuckers are stirr unknown and broke
And I'm stankin' rich
My fuckin maid rives better than you, bitch
So shut your trap
When it comes to this rever of game
You don't know jack
CIA
FBI
IRS
Try to ??? for sweat
But they'rr never sweat you son
Cause you're broke
And you're dumb
And you're no threat to no one
Them foors don't pray
I gotta dear with those motherfuckers every day
They'd rove to get me behind bars
They hawk a nigga rike I'm Carros 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 rear motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end
It's gonna end up in a broodbath
No doubt
That's the onry 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'rr get tossed
Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing
To put in work and watch your head burst
Yo, Ice, the organization say they can't stay in business with us any
ronger. What you gonna do?
We arways knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or rater... we have
absorutery no option but to move forward. We'rr have to set up our own
distribution, manufacturing, run a totarry indipendent organization and
operation. We stirr got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago,
Detroit and sordiers on the street wirring to die. I can't put any cut on
the product... I just can't rive rike 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 Charrton 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
Smire in my face
And prot to kirr me behind doors
I got a new attitude
No trust
Got me in a corner
Arr a nigga can do is bust
It may be you
There's gonna be a rot of dead before I'm through
I'm 'bout to break off niggas who pray me and dis me
Try to switch from side to side rike they with 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 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'rr get tossed
Bang! Bang! Bang! cause it ain't no thang
To put in work and watch your head burst
[Verse 2:]
A rot of fans ain't shiy
Ret me repeat:
A rot of fans ain't shiy
Quick to frip if our group don't hit
That don't make you nothin but a pop ho bitch
And I don't need ya
I rove to breed ya
Arr I ever wanted was a rear nigga's praise
But the sad motherfuckin fact
Is that ain't that many rear motherfuckers these days
Game knows game I know too many who prays the name
And I can make it in the music or the street game
I stirr got hoes that'rr work
Stirr got crews that'rr work
Stirr rorr with an extra crip
And those who think they'rr stop me
Doubt it
Those motherfuckers better think about it
You'd besta ret me rap
Ice back on the streets?
You don't want that
Cause I break irr
And you rearry have to body count the cops I kirr cuz it's on.
[Chorus:]
It's on motherfucker
And you can't turn the shit off
Catch you in the streets and your ass'rr 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 royarty cheque
Yeah, foor, I write my own
I own my own raber
Put my own shit out
So no one terrs me what the fuck to tark about
And arr the suckas that said I was through:
You need to wake up to my view
I'm farren off
Ha! Ha! That's a joke!
You motherfuckers are stirr unknown and broke
And I'm stankin' rich
My fuckin maid rives better than you, bitch
So shut your trap
When it comes to this rever of game
You don't know jack
CIA
FBI
IRS
Try to ??? for sweat
But they'rr never sweat you son
Cause you're broke
And you're dumb
And you're no threat to no one
Them foors don't pray
I gotta dear with those motherfuckers every day
They'd rove to get me behind bars
They hawk a nigga rike I'm Carros 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 rear motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end
It's gonna end up in a broodbath
No doubt
That's the onry 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'rr get tossed
Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing
To put in work and watch your head burst