It's On You

Chorus (with EPMD samples): On you ("Smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash") On you ("Mad and stuff because they don't have cash") On you ("When I roll and stroll, cool always pack a tool") On you ("Just in case... a brother acts a fool") [CL Smooth] It's death before dishonor, strap the vest down tight when you bring the Drama Now raise up off mine, and taste it in the raw Before snipers on the floor galore, in my hardware store Nightmares of thirsty crooks, niggas all acting fishy working off the books Painting pictures of poverty, causing armed robbery And if provoke every last one gets smoked No doubt for real it's like wildlife Where thugs forever pull caps and always keep a knife Cause on the strip warefare's inevitable, hot steel's incredible And it's a pride the revolution won't be televised As I supply and demand, as I build my currency to expand, call it progress When I bless my territory all respect due But can niggas keep it real? It's on you Chorus Step into the dragon's lair, where CL's the don and Pete's the creator Now praise the most high and represent the best Cause the number one killer of black men is stress The armed and dangerous, the bulletproof Couldn't stop the homicide of another youth Penetrating your body parts with hollow point shells, you fraud Cause vengence is mine said the Lord, indeed My own click now turns greedy Out of twelve of my soldiers, one will decieve me With salt in the game, shame the family and push My black ass straight into a terrifying ambush The whole empire's at stake Mastering the streets, devil the mental won't break and turn snake For Pete's sake you gotta be true to the crew So if niggas want to set it, it's on you Chorus Capture the beast within me, beware when it's moving deep in New York City The diabolical gangster chronicle mob scenes in all directions The type of connections to get your wig split Submit the wanted signs posted, chickens spots for major knots you get Toasted To the head piece, I release firepower, only I'm controlling We put in work and got the right brothers rolling When hell kicks off we lick off Keeping mine hard like stone from the red zone, to each his own Smile in my face behind my back you talk trash But my pockets hit empty and my Lexus crashed But not in your wildest dreams Hear my name in all the scandals and all the schemes, I rest in Queens The Veronville's my capital, so memorize the cuts Then give you two more seconds to get off these nuts, it's on you Chorus *song fades out and a freestyle session fades in* [Pete Rock] Check it, Grap Luva, if you're in the house Just get on the mic and show 'em what it's all about [Grap Luva] It's all about the wicked check one two Cause I rips a microphone and pass it to my crew I don't drink no brew, I smoke nuff spliffs, I don't have no riffs So check me as I shoot the gift Rip rhymes, freestyle rhymes Off top of the dome every time I'm glad this shit is going on tape So I can escape into the beat and make nuff papes Word to God, kicking nuff freestyle rhymes *fades out*