It`s On lyrics

Artist  : T Ice 
Song : It`s On



 Send "It`s On" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   Intro:



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
indipendent 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... (3 gunshots)



Verse 1:



Turn up the mic, dog

So I can get off

Find me Charlton 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

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 the ???
???

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'll get
tossed

Bang! Bang! Bang! cause it ain't no thang

To put in work and watch your head burst



Verse 2:



A lot of fans ain't shiy

Let me repeat:

A lot of fans ain't shiy

Quick to flip if our group don't hit

That 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 motherfuckin fact

Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers 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 work

Still roll with an extra clip

And those who think they'll stop me

Doubt it

Those motherfuckers better think about it

You'd besta let me rap

Ice back on the streets?

You don't want that

Cause I break ill

And you really ???



Chorus:



It's on motherfucker

And you can't turn the shit off

Catch you in the streets and your ass'll 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 royalty cheque

Yeah, fool, I write my own

I own my own label

Put my own shit out

So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about

And all the suckas that said I was
through:

You need to wake up to my view

I'm fallen off

Ha! Ha!  That's a joke!

You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke

And I'm stankin' rich

My fuckin maid lives better than you, bitch

So shut your trap

When it comes to this level of game

You don't know jack

CIA

FBI

IRS

Try to ??? 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me
end

It's gonna end up in a bloodbath

No doubt

That's the only 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'll get
tossed

Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing

To put in work and watch your head burst