Bring it On

[Rapper Big Pooh] Yeah...muh'fuckin Rapper.. H-O-J.."Soldiers of Fortune" coming soon.. You muh'fuckas still think this shit's sweet Heh - uh.. You silly niggas must got it confused, thinkin I'm gon move Or readjust my stance I got nuttin to lose Muh'fuckas think they better cause they frontin with jewels Look a lil' green nigga, tell me where's your blues (OW!) I'm bad news; preach sermon minus the pews You listenin close checkin for clues I'm lookin for cues, eight-bar corner pocket Cash Rules You don't wan' it wit me, dude I bring back two for everyone that you lay You're now standin on sankin ground and them boys don't play (nope) Revolutionary like 'Shea, bitches gettin funky On Pooh cause I said, "Not today" Won't break neck or go outta my way Never one to bite tounge, won't regret when I say, "I'm the best" Keep fam close to the vest, attack rap like a full court press Press pause, on mediocre niggas spit spark, showin flaws Your shit don't burn like ours, I'm military pressin these bars I saw your life flashin not closing cars I'm talkin bout your broad, nigga pannies and bras Pay homage when you in a presence of stars.. and here we are Shout out to Cleveland... Shout out to Mick Boogie... The whole state of Ohio... Shout out to Sandusky... That's for my nigga DJ Flash... Yeah.. Shout out to Ray Cash... He puttin Cleveland back on the map y'all.. CHEA! [Ray Cash] I got it from here Pooh, damn (OW!) You see the world is made up of the half the have-nots (nots) Me and my niggas from the other half of the haves Seein life through the eyes of a ol time When my rhymes was reminder where all these other niggas'll still hustle They need muzzles, dog they woof the heart Figure I'll let 'em live, now later I whoop 'em hard Y'all I swear to God, God I swear to D Some niggas G, but other niggas don't compare to me They ain't my pedigree, we ain't the same breed We have nothing in common, not even the weed See this shit that I'm smokin, not even seed Take a hit of this and mybe you could be just where I be Until then , you niggas know they gang I claim Recognize Bill St. Gang (do the damn thang!) Chea! It's no place like home, I return wit'out Toto (wit'out Toto) Had to turn away when Tony killed Minolo (uh) If you remembered the beef then you should remember the speech: Live life like a boss, a man dies on his feet From the cradle to the grave where my regrets I should suffer From now until then, I murder for my Little Brother So, bring it on if you think you could hang But if not then let me do my thang, yeah.. Mount, high, as, a mutha-fuckin, kite, holla Ray, Will, chill, Mick, Boogie Lil', Brutha, Ray, Cash, OW!