It's On - Layzie Bone, MTF

«It's on nigga»

«It's on nigga»

«You ain’t a killa…»

«You ain’t a killa…»

«Uhh, you ain’t a killa»

You know thuggin is my specialty

So you haters and bustas’ll better calm down and listen up carefully

Beef doesn’t trouble me

We can handle it like men or take it to the streets

I hear a lot of rap cats and they think they good

Talkin all that gangsta shit just to get a buzz

Okay, I hear you got a deal, but yo' image is fake

All that shit you talkin boy don’t hold no weight

I told you niggas is pussy, and I tell it to ya face

I don’t need a bunch of niggas but for you it’s a different case

Skant Bone’s the name, y’all don’t wait thug nigga

I tell this to a nigga’s face he ain’t no killa

From down the way to St. Clair, we niggas be uncompared

Tell the motherfuckers we come from round here — right here

Pull the wig on a bitch, and I gave that bitch a gig

Cleveland is the city that I come from

Hut one!

Hut two!

Hut three!

Hut four!

Steady talkin shit and they ain’t ready for the war

Hut one!

Hut two!

Hut three!

Hut four!

Retaliation, is what we came here for

Hut one!

Hut two!

Hut three!

Hut four!

Steady talkin shit now they don’t want it no mo'

Hut one!

Hut two!

Hut three!

Hut four!

Steady talkin shit and they ain’t ready for the war

When I pull out the shottie, y’all better stop hatin (please stop hatin)

If not I leave more spots on your bodies than dalmations (dalmations?)

I don’t think y’all niggas really know who y’all facin (who they facin?)

In the booth, they say them dudes hotter than Satan

But when it’s beef, we known to slaughter niggas like Jason (who?)

I put the steel in your mouth and I ain’t talkin 'bout braces

I hear y’all thugged out niggas turn Christian like Ma$e did (amen)

Nigga face it y’all ain’t gettin with Bone;

bitch nigga be gone

Yeah, stackin raps, ball bats and concealed government gats

Puttin a high level iron into your bloodstream and this is a fact

Nigga we fill blocks deep with it, murder she wrote

Think this is a joke?

Got killers that’ll go for your throat

Better yet, leave you crumpled in the corner like a, pile of dog feces

You gon' need the likes of Osama bin Laden and Bush to fuckin see me

I’m a folk with enough folk, to focus on a focal point

And leave you and your fuckin lungs collapse

Cause of my killers man, I’m guaranteed to pick up the first slap

I’m back hoes, stack dough, slam 'Llac do’s

While yo' eyes stay shut, mine wide tryin to see mo'

Let’s see if you could see Mo (Mo) Thug

There’s no names on slugs, I light flames to bud

Any problem, wanna see a nigga

I’m +Flipmode+ but this ain’t Rah Digga

But it’s war, can you dig it?

It’s written but to feel it, I’m spittin, you trippin

Quit shittin with that bull my nigga this is the shit

When the beef is on, these niggas is gone

The only way they get a tan for standin in line too long

They call on the zone in them small helicopters

Cause when I spit I drop shit like unibombers

We don’t play, we collide head on with the drama

Equipped with nine llama, D.O.A.

at the trauma

Your momma, sheddin tears blamin it on younger peers

Keep a hammer close near, and approach all fears;

yeah!

It’s — America’s most wanted, I step in the club zonin

I see a couple of hooters that I might go home with

But — then in the meantime, mug to these three guys

These enemies don’t want beef so they best respect mine

This tec-9, wrap around waistline, don’t play live

Cause they ain’t, knowin we pay them bosses to stay calm

Napalm bombs in the vest, that’s what you askin fo'

Cause you don’t wanna be six feet stickin yo' ass to asphalt

Note for my Queen bitches with telekinesis my thesis

Cause it’s this power of people in the streets give me freedom

No need for competition, in a league of my own

I’ma die with my boots on, laced up strong

Everybody wanna be a thug, I’m a primadonna of this side

I’m a straight rider, don’t get too close I might harm ya

Never roll with chickens, eleven roll with killas, ridin 'til I die

Military mind — hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four, hut five!

Shit!