It`s On, On Sight lyrics

Artist  : E-40 
Song : It`s On, On Sight



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(*Screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass,
sirens and screaming*)
Yeah (3x)
[E-40]
They want problems; soon them want me waxed,
contracts on my ass
It`s comin from the pen, they say I owe `em cash
Dwellin off the past and they need it fast
But what they fai`lize is I`ll be quick to blast
Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work
Dressed up like a female in a mini-skirt 
Specialize in doin dirt - shootin niggaz in the
shirt 
Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss
malt liquor brewsky
talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie
theater 
sittin on top of the hood of my Cutlass
Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition
cigarette
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin
+GANESH+ beadie
What the f**k? W here`s the peace treaty? 
Full 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 left over bullets up in
my A.K.
I can`t wait `til 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`, sh*t `posed to been squashed
(3x)
Shit was `posed to been squashed 
[E-40]
I`ve got a hunch; meet me at the Olive Garden
spot let`s do lunch
Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up
for lumps
Sons of bit*hes must think we some chumps
Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps
[C-Bo]
Nigga f**k stress and pull lick, we kick in the
door with full clips
Out of Magnums packin when we blast `em we all
out for the chips
FOol, 40-Water never slip, saw the niggaz quick
and then dipped
Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them
niggaz sh*t to
side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a
big block
All out non stop riders until our casket drop
We smashin, blastin on any, while I remember many
Dash and blastin double two-three`s, f**k the
enemies
Chorus
[E-40]
One of my big dudes up out HPA shot me a kite
today
He up in Pelican Bay three striker  
Doin 25 with a L cause he won`t tell on one of
his 
high-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper
With the sh*t stacked on the side of his waist 
blood splattered all on the windshield wiper
Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up
in his Viper
Loose as a goose as* out tried to down him like a
sniper
hyperventilated started havin` seizures
No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers
[C-Bo]
We stand tall, like Manute Bol with bigger balls
than RuPaul
Strapped with 4-4`s down to execute all y`all
Don`t want to see us niggas on a mission
150 round drum 45 slugs bitten
No remorse hit by the hardcore fo` sho`
Leave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain`t no f**kin` with G`s 
Fill `em up to they neck from they knees
Leave `em dyin` in the street as we escape on
they goldeeze
Chorus