Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When It's On, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Date of issue: 03.10.2005
Song language: English
When It's On |
| I’m just a drop top flippin', flippin' |
| Fifth of Yacht sippin', sippin' |
| Dope crack that’s going in the strip clubs tippin' |
| MJG ah, P.I.M.P. |
| ah Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her |
| The new millennium poet |
| Forever show it, can’t blow it If you reap it, you sow it |
| I, pay my, dues |
| And it’s the rules that I play by Carry the team like I’m A. I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block |
| And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock |
| Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous |
| I was in the hood strapped up good |
| Watchin’my anus |
| I’m a target splitter |
| The world strongest man hardest hitter |
| Even though you hate |
| I still elevate regardless nigga |
| Step to us boy, look what you done started |
| And we don’t even care that your arsenal be the largest |
| When it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on When it’s on, you better get your shit and be gone |
| When it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on When it’s on, you better get your shit and be gone |
| When it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on When it’s on, you better get your shit and be gone |
| When it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on When it’s on, you better get your shit and be gone |
| Look, you niggaz play too much mayne |
| You need to pump yo’brakes |
| Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes |
| Right in my face caught a case tryin’to defend my space |
| Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state |
| What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? |
| The kind of nigga that’s gone end up being a dead body |
| Yo’wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol’daddy |
| They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley |
| It’s cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul |
| For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck you like a dirty hoe |
| Kick yo’door and put and your babies on the floor |
| See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go A nigga tell you don’t let business turn personal |
| Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin’you |
| Niggaz out here hurtin’fool |
| Nothing is for free mayne |
| Fuckin’with the game |
| That’s how that shit be mayne |
| I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born |
| Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn |
| I don’t go around poppin’shit wit’niggaz who talkin' |
| Them niggaz ain’t talkin’no more |
| Closed coffin |
| Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I Like that boy from Best Eye nigga ready to die |
| For my bread and them niggaz that considered me family |
| Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit’granny |
| Cause as soon as I start writing |
| I start going through physical |
| Deeper into my spiritual |
| I’m so fuckin’lyrical |
| MJG the realest the truth the definition |
| Just call me the competition |
| I’m still stomping and pimpin' |
| I’m still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood |
| I got the key to the city, the streets is all good |
| My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded |
| I’m still hoping and praying to God I don’t use it |