8Ball, MJG, Diddy - When It's On lyrics

I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of 'yak sippin', sippin'
Don't practice going in the
Strip clubs tippin' mJG ah, PIMP ah
Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet
Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it i, pay my, dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm AI
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock
Shit, I had hoes way before
I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good
Watchin' my anus i'm a target splitter
The world strongest man hardest hitter
Even though you hate
I still elevate regardless nigga
Step to us boy, look what you done started
And we don't even care that
Your arsenal be the largest

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on
You better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on
You better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on
You better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on
You better get your shit and be gone

Look, you niggas play too much mayne
You need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater nigga need
For them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case
Tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police niggas jumping
State to state what kind of nigga run his
Mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of nigga that's gone end
Up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children gone be searching
For their dear ol' daddy
They found his headless body tied
Up in a dark alley
It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul
For bricks or snow
Niggas will fuck you like a dirty ho
Kick yo' door and put and
Your babies on the floor
See you in public fuck who with
You let the thang go a nigga tell you don't
Let business turn personal
Fuck what they say cause for
Gram a nigga hurtin' you
Niggas out here hurtin' fool
Nothing is for free mayne
Fuckin' with the game
That's how that shit be mayne

I was torn this bitch came from
The streets I was born
Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' shit
Wit' niggas who talkin'
Them niggas ain't talkin' no more
Closed coffin
Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I
Like that boy from Bed-Stuy
Nigga ready to die
For my bread and them niggas
That considered me family
Hold it down mayne I got you
Til we up there wit' granny

Cause as soon as I start writing
I start going through physical
Deeper into my spiritual
I'm so fuckin' lyrical
MJG the realest the truth the definition
Just call me the competition
I'm still stomping and pimpin'
I'm still working with Diddy
Still fuck wit the hood
I got the key to the city
The streets is all good
My leather is all wood
My gun is still secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to
God I don't use it