It's On

"It's on nigga" {*gunfire*} "It's on nigga" {*gunfire*} "You ain't a killa..." {*boom*} "You ain't a killa..." {*gunfire*} "Uhh, you ain't a killa" [Skano a.k.a. Skant Bone] You know thuggin is my specialty So you haters and bustas'll better calm down and listen up carefully Beef doesn't trouble me We can handle it like men or take it to the streets I hear a lot of rap cats and they think they good Talkin all that gangsta shit just to get a buzz Okay, I hear you got a deal, but yo' image is fake All that shit you talkin boy don't hold no weight I told you niggas is pussy, and I tell it to ya face I don't need a bunch of niggas but for you it's a different case Skant Bone's the name, y'all don't wait thug nigga I tell this to a nigga's face he ain't no killa [Layzie Bone] From down the way to St. Clair, we niggas be uncompared Tell the motherfuckers we come from round here - right here Pull the wig on a bitch, and I gave that bitch a gig Cleveland is the city that I come from [Chorus: Mo Thug Family] Hut one! Hut two! Hut three! Hut four! Steady talkin shit and they ain't ready for the war Hut one! Hut two! Hut three! Hut four! Retaliation, is what we came here for Hut one! Hut two! Hut three! Hut four! Steady talkin shit now they don't want it no mo' Hut one! Hut two! Hut three! Hut four! Steady talkin shit and they ain't ready for the war [Capone] When I pull out the shottie, y'all better stop hatin (please stop hatin) If not I leave more spots on your bodies than dalmations (dalmations?) I don't think y'all niggas really know who y'all facin (who they facin?) In the booth, they say them dudes hotter than Satan But when it's beef, we known to slaughter niggas like Jason (who?) I put the steel in your mouth and I ain't talkin 'bout braces I hear y'all thugged out niggas turn Christian like Ma$e did (amen) Nigga face it y'all ain't gettin with Bone; bitch nigga be gone [DJ Skail] Yeah, stackin raps, ball bats and concealed government gats Puttin a high level iron into your bloodstream and this is a fact Nigga we fill blocks deep with it, murder she wrote Think this is a joke? Got killers that'll go for your throat Better yet, leave you crumpled in the corner like a, pile of dog feces You gon' need the likes of Osama bin Laden and Bush to fuckin see me I'm a folk with enough folk, to focus on a focal point And leave you and your fuckin lungs collapse Cause of my killers man, I'm guaranteed to pick up the first slap [Chorus] [PD] I'm back hoes, stack dough, slam 'Llac do's While yo' eyes stay shut, mine wide tryin to see mo' Let's see if you could see Mo (Mo) Thug There's no names on slugs, I light flames to bud Any problem, wanna see a nigga I'm +Flipmode+ but this ain't Rah Digga But it's war, can you dig it? It's written but to feel it, I'm spittin, you trippin Quit shittin with that bull my nigga this is the shit [Lil' D] When the beef is on, these niggas is gone The only way they get a tan for standin in line too long They call on the zone in them small helicopters Cause when I spit I drop shit like unibombers We don't play, we collide head on with the drama Equipped with nine llama, D.O.A. at the trauma Your momma, sheddin tears blamin it on younger peers Keep a hammer close near, and approach all fears; yeah! [Chorus] [Big Sloan] It's - America's most wanted, I step in the club zonin I see a couple of hooters that I might go home with But - then in the meantime, mug to these three guys These enemies don't want beef so they best respect mine This tec-9, wrap around waistline, don't play live Cause they ain't, knowin we pay them bosses to stay calm Napalm bombs in the vest, that's what you askin fo' Cause you don't wanna be six feet stickin yo' ass to asphalt [Thug Queen] Note for my Queen bitches with telekinesis my thesis Cause it's this power of people in the streets give me freedom No need for competition, in a league of my own I'ma die with my boots on, laced up strong Everybody wanna be a thug, I'm a primadonna of this side I'm a straight rider, don't get too close I might harm ya Never roll with chickens, eleven roll with killas, ridin 'til I die Military mind - hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four, hut five! Shit! {*BOOM*}