Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Sight, artist - Alchemist. Date of issue: 06.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On Sight |
| A nigga starvin' at home but with an appetite built for destruction |
| Get it off your chest, nigga, cock it and bust it |
| On sight, we rushin', AK’s from Russia |
| We the niggas you love to hate 'cause we jammin', now fuck 'em |
| Explode on them assholes, enter the danger zone |
| Where the weather’s so cold |
| I told the story, again and again |
| On how it goes down way back when |
| You see, cause told cause, now cause caught a slug |
| Then cause came back and gave it like it was |
| Now it’s some nigga dead, 187 in progress |
| Now niggas know 'round here not to start shit |
| Murder, murder, cock the burner, dump it and slide, nigga |
| That Dogg Pound Gangsta shit bump in my ride, nigga |
| Me and my brother Draws, dippin' around the 'Shaw |
| Me and my brother Hump, got the semi and pump |
| Pushin' for the frontline, hit 'em up from behind |
| Hit 'em up every time, kindly cop, on the dot |
| Swoop and Lil G Rock, let’s go get the money route |
| And see what the fuck these bitch niggas really talkin' 'bout |
| Me and my nigga Daz always out to get the cash |
| Soon as you see them niggas, you should just duck and dash |
| Before we come out with the nina, fly, buck and flash |
| Motherfuck it, Daz, hit the fire, cock, buck and blast |
| We gon' ride, we gon' smash |
| We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast |
| We gon' ride, we gon' smash |
| We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast |
| Yeah, fuck y’all niggas, we gon' ride tonight |
| We gon' catch these niggas slippin' |
| Get to dumpin', get to chippin' |
| Get to pancake and chicken flippin' |
| Making money off some bitches |
| Die or die tryin', ride tonight |
| Now, now, get with this deadly fixin' |
| Step into mama’s kitchen |
| And you want I’m fixin'? |
| Raw spittin' |
| Flow like a locomotive, don’t act like you ain’t notice |
| You tryin' to see me, you best’a readjust your focus |
| No one could be as dope as, no one but me that wrote this |
| Come on, you gotta quote it |
| My guns, I keep 'em loaded |
| Noted but bitchy, thoughts, this industry is wishy-washy |
| Been a long time but my rhymes make you forget me nada |
| Bucks 'em down with my underground tactics |
| Batten down the hatches, Cali is active |
| But still sleepin' on us like we was a cushy mattress |
| But I’m about to stick it to 'em like a bushy cactus |
| And then strike 'em like a book of matches |
| Watch my flame, you are not my name |
| When it comes to my spit game, remember I’m that dame |
| Lyrical murderer, ain’t shit changed, bang |
| We gon' ride, we gon' smash |
| We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast |
| We gon' ride, we gon' smash |
| We gon' get 'em, we gon' blast |
| Yeah, fuck y’all niggas, we gon' ride tonight |
| We gon' catch these niggas slippin' |
| Get to dumpin', get to chippin' |
| Get to pancake and chicken flippin' |
| Making money off some bitches |
| Die or die tryin', ride tonight |