It`s On lyrics

Artist  : Bio Killaz 
Song : It`s On



 Send "It`s On" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Welcome mutha fuckaz, to Murda Fo Free, I be Saint
Sinna.



Ha-Ha-Haaaa. Tha Klepto, Bio Killaz,
2-Double-0-To Tha-3



Ima set the record straight, I don’t try
and be black

This is me mutha fucka, this is how I really
act

In fact I react with a full blown attack

Beatin’ up your dad over a cigarette
pack

A Thug in the country bitch, don’t ask
questions

Spittin’ all the wrong lessons in these
rap sessions

Cuz yeah ima dawg, thoroughbred rot wilier

Your woman wants to fuck me that makes her the
pedophiler

I got more gang ties than tha mutha
fuckin’ Godfather

You wanna start shit bitch? Don’t even
bother

Just stay home it makes it a lot more easier

Cuz my glock is my baby gurl, I love
squeezin’er

We rap for fun and we kill to get paid

Takin’ you greasy mutha fuckaz out like
cascade





Gangsta, Gangsta, Tell’em that it’s
on

We da Killaz On The Run so grab a mutha fuckin
gun (Repeated)

Now I’m straight thuggin’, straight
mean muggin’

You best tell ya mutha fuckin’ homeboy to
stop buggin’

Cuz I’ll pistol whip his mutha
fuckin’ bitch face chin

Stomp in his guts a little, then I do it
again

Cuz fuck you, hit you wit a one two

Ya ass is on the news cuz tha cops dunno where I
stuck you

Nigga you done did it, who you think you
kiddin?

Don’tcha worry about ya family Saint
Sinna’z babysittin’

Honky got pissed so I took care of ya

Prematurely bury ya, In the cemetaria

Check tha name suckaz, Bio Killaz fo real

We live up to tha killa part of tha mutha fuckin
deal

We not Bone Thugz, but we thugs to tha bone

Once we start threatenin’ with chrome,
Nigga, It’s On





Gangsta, Gangsta, Tell’em that it’s
on

We da Killaz On The Run so grab a mutha fuckin
gun (Repeated)



So we back once again, this time we makin’
noise

And It’s On like a fat bitch on a ride at
Cedar Point

We mutha fuckin’ niggaz known as the Bio
Killaz

(Tha what?) Killaz, Killaz, Killaz

That’s right muh fuckaz remember tha
name

Cuz it’s our time to gain fame in tha rap
game

Lyrics to ya brain, I’m rammin’ it,
and cramming it

And slammin’ it, God dammin’ it

Legally psycho for failing anger management

That’s why, before any mutha fuckaz every
heard of ya

I’ll murder ya, Yeah that’s right
lemme repeat it, I’ll murder ya

I don’t give a fuck about nuthin, tick
tockin’ like a bomb

And about to blow up in your face cuz it’s
on



Saint Sinno, Saint Sizzle, Saint Sinna

Takin’ out you weak all before dinna

I’m a digital thug, and you bitches all
8-Tracks

I stick in ya mind like tha duck from Aflac

A baseball bat upside ya mutha fuckin head

You best step back before I do it again

Mutha fuckaz spreadin' words that they know that
ain't right

I guess a night ain't a night unless it starts
with a fight

alright, that's tight, I'll fight til' dawn

But tommorow's anotha day so best believe that
It's On