It's On, On Sight (feat. C-Bo)

(*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 fuck? 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', shit '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 bitches must think we some chumps
 Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps
 [C-Bo]
 Nigga fuck 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 shit 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, fuck 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 shit'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 ass 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 fuckin' 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