O It's On
Album: Still Writing in My Diary: 2nd Entry
Release Date: 5/4/04
Label: Jive Records
Explicit version of "O It's On" lyrics
'Cuz
Whassup nigga?
If a muthafucka would have told me years ago
That the game today would be so f***** up
Common holla at cha boi
That these muthafuckin' niggas be runnin' around
Here actin' mo bitchy fried
B**** niggas
One year more penalize
I see these niggas man
Lord this s*** crazy then a muthafucka
Tonight we gon handle that s***
Ey yo speak on that s***
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
I called it like I called it
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
You ain't neva be hard
Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
Tonite were gettin' closure
Pullin' niggaz cards
I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more
Just had some s*** on my mind
You can't judge a muthafuckin' book by its cover
But I can spot a b**** a mile away
Pardon me brotha
O it's on
Whachu want
O it's on
Whachu want
O it's on
Whachu want
(Here I go)
O it's on
Whachu want
(Get 'em buck)
These niggaz catchin' feelings
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
(On now)
I got a desert eagle wit a silencer
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 f*****' with some mobstas
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 p****** and show yo panties
Got a habit of smackin' f****** with semi-automatics
You niggas in trouble buck and Petey back at it it's on nigga
O it's on
Whachu want
O it's on
Whachu want
O it's on
Whachu want
O it's on
Whachu want
Bend that b**** right there wit all ya might
If he say
Bend that b**** right there wit all ya might
If he say
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 b**** 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
(B**** I ain't never scared)
F*****' 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
It's gettin' crucial out here 'n' you takin' this s*** for granted
Pussy punk
Blow pop suckin' ass
Molested as a child
Backstabbin' motherfuckin' crabs in a barell
I can't stand 'em
O it's on
Whachu want
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Whachu want
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