It's On

[Bone] Nah nah nah nahhh [E-40] The giant mayne [Bone] Nah na-na nah nahhh [E-40] E-40 [Bone] Ah-ha, nah nah nah nahh [E-40] Bone Crusher [Bone] Thug niggas be [E-40] Cotton Mouf [Bone] Actin like they tough and thangs y'know [Bone] And I chuckle at 'em [Bone] I don't think they wanna fight me! [Bone] They don't wanna have no tussle situations [Bone] Hahahaha, this is fightin music [Bone] And let's do this like this! [Chorus 2X: Bone Crusher] It's on, nigga! Nah nah nah nahh (ha) Nah na-na nah nahhh (ha? HA!) Nah nah nah nahh (HA!!) Nah na-na nah nahhh - NIGGA SAY WHAT? [Bone Crusher] Who want it? Let the, beating begin Hubba Bubba motherfuckers where will the trickery end I'M A FAT BOY! Master self within Punishment is handed out, from the anvil's bend This ain't for play niggas so, hoe-nigga pray That I don't see yo' ass on judgment day Before God get'cha I'ma cleave ya and butch' ya Oh you scared now nigga, do you need a tissue? YOU BITCH NIGGA! [Chorus] [E-40] We hard on the boulevard Marijuana prescriptions, fake ID's and cannabis club cards We some hitters, y'all some snitches Pillow-talkin and sellin wolf tickets Runnin off at the mouth, hidin up in the house Scared like a mouse I presume, young tycoon Hidin up under the sink, runnin from the streetsweeper boom Plead the fifth is what I sip as I drink, and sip 'gnac Hard top Cadillac, fo'-door tank You tryin to get brownie points Him feelin himself, him off incredibles But now check this though Potnah ain't gon' crack an egg in a potato salad vegetables Somebody call my attorney Cause he gon' be leavin up outta here on a gurney Takin my kindness for all kind of weakness Gotta let him know I ain't phony I'm into, feudin tycoonin and bossin, flossin and sippin Tryin to holla at a broad but her boyfriend over there trippin Cause she done, broke up with his ass cause he lazy and good for nothin I'm a hustlin-ass street nigga that's really about somethin - BEOTCH! [Chorus] [Cotton Mouf] Hoe it's on motherfucker quit bumpin your gums All that low-rate talk, need to check your funds 'Fore you make a sammich potnah need to toast your buns Hell I want the whole loaf while you're fightin for crumbs Real niggas to the flo', hoe-niggas hit the do' By the time I hit the scene I'm lookin for the good smoke Boy I'm lookin for that bitch that got the hot throat Hell I'm from G.A. bitch, better act like you know [Chorus] [Chorus] - this time without "It's on, nigga" either repeat