It's On

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 independent 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 f**ked with Step in the range of my gauze 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 f**k you pick us 3? You punk motherf**kers 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 a*s a story to write 'cause it's on, it's on It's on motherf**ker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your a*s'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 motherf**kin' fact Is that ain't that many real motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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 really after body count the caps I peel, it's on It's on motherf**ker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your a*s'll get tossed Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your body jerk, it's on It's on motherf**ker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So no one tells me what the f**k to talk about And all the s*ckas that said I was through You need to wake up to my view I'm fallen off, ha, ha, that's a joke You motherf**kers are still unknown and broke And I'm stankin' rich My f**kin' 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**ker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your a*s'll get tossed Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your head burst, it's on