Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's On, artist - Beanie Sigel. Date of issue: 28.03.2005
Song language: English
It's On |
| Bare witness to the greatest, can’t beat us, join us Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers |
| Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya We hug corners, play blocks like Gators |
| With bundles on us, serve tre’s like waiters |
| It’s the life we chose to hustle |
| Can’t stop it, can’t knock it Half the profit get flown out Vegas |
| Me and my niggaz try an’break tables |
| Stack chips like Connect Four |
| While you prick’s try and whip try and stretch more |
| Charge less for, that ain’t the program |
| Get ya lessons from the snow man |
| Like Pillsbury I get the doe man |
| I’ll off ya head for a slice of bread |
| I keep my word and I’m true to my peeps |
| Give me a bird and my crew gon’eat |
| I’m over the stove like +Cuban Links+ |
| Breakin’down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do You niggaz soft like baby food |
| 'Round the world niggaz pay me dues |
| While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do Grown man nigga, baby who? |
| I’ll send you shots from the baby zoo |
| Old game like Grady fool |
| Propane flow flame you dudes |
| No name’s don’t claim ya shoes |
| Once again its on nigga, Sigel hard like corn liqour |
| I’ll take you out this world like you was born nigga |
| Butt naked covered in blood, gaspin’for air |
| Clingin’for dear life, nigga you dead right |
| Since you was a baby coward |
| We been sprinklin’the world with baby powder |
| +So Fresh and So Clean+ |
| Been an outcast since I was a teen |
| But I outlast cuz I outblast anybody you bring |
| Young, you got it the prophet I told ya’ll niggaz |
| Then I showed ya’ll niggaz, you +Can't Knock It+ |
| Don’t get carried away, you a mute nigga (mute nigga) |
| Where was you nigga? |
| I was doin’this here like Mary J. |
| Like +Every Day+, and was true nigga |
| They can’t question what we do Jigga. |
| Once again it’s on, Young run through you niggaz |
| Like a glitch in the computer nigga |
| I’m the shit, I’m a sewer nigga |
| This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga |
| B-Sig'Fred Kruger niggaz |
| Nightmare ??? |
| nigga |
| You scared cuz I grew with Jigga |
| He said Sig’you that nigga, couldn’t see his vision |
| But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch |
| Yeah Sig’stay honest I’ll deposit you a check |
| There’s a secret society, all we ask is trust |
| No G money shit all we gots is us True indeed, yes, more better, yes |
| More cheddar, S.P. chain, jeans and sweaters |
| Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera |
| Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like tetris or Get off the block, run south with M. Betha |
| From my block to your block, shout out to M Extra |
| Who the fuck (fuck) want (want) what (what) |
| None of you niggaz is B-Sig'word I’m done with you niggaz |
| Once again it’s on, fuck it we ain’t through wit niggaz |
| Twin towers here to ruin niggaz |
| You couldn’t break up the towers with Tomjanovich |
| or Osama bombin’shit |
| We slay niggaz wit K’s, we the drama men |
| Get it right young scrap don’t even try it boy (boy) |
| You rather slide down the razor blade slidin’board |
| I’m a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire |
| Run through hell with gasoline draws on You can’t mute me put the pause on My guns shoot like fast-foward's on And dress cute when the war’s off |
| What you doin’dawg, you playin’wit it You make your bed right you layin’in it You keep your? |
| share? |
| tight you stayin’in it You bringin’niggaz where your kids sleep |
| I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep |
| Rock-a-bye muthafucka. |
| I hope you high muthafucka. |
| Ready to die muthafucka. |
| Who shot ya? |
| Seperate the weak from State Prop’the |
| Kids who squash beef and run them streets |
| Once again it’s on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga |
| Tell ya mama {?| |
| get ready to mourn sista, it’s a See what you got here’s a full blown twister |
| You nothin’but hot air, it’s not fair |
| The reason why we lead the pack, this is a marathon |
| You start off fast then you weezin’in the back |
| So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way |
| To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway |
| And I’m back, without leavin’I’m here, but you can’t see him |
| I gave you the Blueprint but you can’t be him |
| So no matter what you been told or the records you sold |
| Deep inside you know that it’s only one Hove |
| Young Vito, voice of the young people |
| If my life is a movie then Sigel be the sequel |
| We bring it to your door with Bleek peekin’through your peek hole |
| And don’t get scared nigga, alert ya people |
| Once again it’s on |