Layzie Bone, M.T.F. - It's On lyrics

"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, DOA 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!