Ice-T - It's On lyrics

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


Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off
Find me Charlton Heston and I
Might cut his head off
I'm not to be fucked with
Step in the range of my
Gauge 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 they whip me 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 your ass a story to write
Cause it's on

It's on

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

A lot of fans ain't shit let me repeat
A lot of fans ain't shit
Quick to flip if our group don't hit
They 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 true players to 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 hit
Still roll with an extra clip
And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it
Those motherfuckers better think about it
You'd best to let me rap
Ice back on the streets? You don't want that
Cause, I break ill
And you'll really have to Body
Count the cops I'll kill, it's on

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
It's on

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 those letters out 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, it's on

It's on 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
It's on