O It's On (feat. Young Buck)

Lyrics

'Cuz
 Whassup nigga?
 If a muthafucka would have told me years ago
 That the game today would be so fucked up
 Common holla at cha boi
 That these muthafuckin' niggas be runnin' around
 Here actin' mo bitchy fried
 Bitch niggas
 One year more penalize
 I see these niggas man
 Lord this shit crazy then a muthafucka, but you know what
 Tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao
 Ey yo speak on that shit
 95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
 With Victoria Secret panties crammin' that ass hole
 Throwin' the crooked finger dick ridin' the west coast
 Them some real soldiers, y'all son of bitches, fonies
 I called it like I called it, think I'm wrong, step forward
 And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket
 She in to tough talkin' now that 50 got on
 Quit fantasizing 'bout that man life, and live yo own
 You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long
 Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
 Tonite were gettin' closure, I'm pointin' out folks
 Pullin' niggaz cards, exposin' what ya hold
 I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more
 Just had some shit on my mind, in my chest I had to get off
 You can't judge a muthafuckin' book by its cover
 But I can spot a bitch a mile away
 Pardon me brotha
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 (Here I go)
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, give 'em some, muthafucka
 (Get 'em buck)
 These niggaz catchin' feelings, they ain't men they women
 And he gay 'cuz he wit 'em and he trying to defend 'em
 So I say we should expose these hoes
 I think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows
 O it's on now yeah, I can cummon down
 (On now)
 I got a desert eagle wit a silencer, I swear it make no sound
 A 4.5 caliber with some bullets that so round
 50 took a look at it and told me to slow down
 Petey you need me nigga just holla and I got ya
 Throw on some frank Sinatra and order me some pasta
 They fuckin' with some mobstas, see we can get it done
 And I bet you at his funeral nobody gon come
 I ain't here to be beefin' wit no nigga to get a name
 If you pussies and show yo panties, I'm pullin' out my thang
 Got a habit of smackin' faggots with semi-automatics
 You niggas in trouble buck and Petey back at it it's on nigga
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka
 Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might
 If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like
 Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might
 If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like
 If you jump off in the club it's a jump off in the club
 She can tow up just get toed up like I give a good buck
 All the champagne I don bought bitch I done paid for this chair
 That I'm fittin' to take and break across this zombies head
 Look at bone crusher very first verse he don read
 (10 ton)
 That's on everything I love to drop dead
 (Bitch I ain't never scared)
 Fuckin' round get a main artery cut in half
 Blood gushin' out the side of your neck bleedin' to death
 Needin' a paramedic to reconnect 'n' piece you back together
 I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man
 It's gettin' crucial out here 'n' you takin' this shit for granted
 Pussy punk, panty wearin' mascara faggot
 Blow pop suckin' ass, juicy fruity crooked man
 Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy
 Backstabbin' motherfuckin' crabs in a barell
 I can't stand 'em, but I bet I can handle 'em
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
 O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
 Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka

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Song Details

Duration
04:36
Key
1
Tempo
84 BPM

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