[Intro:]

Yo, Ice, the organization say they can't stay in business with us any

longer. What you gonna do?

We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later... we have

absolutely no option but to move forward. We'll have to set up our own
distribution, manufacturing, run a totally indipendent organization and
operation. We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago,

Detroit and soldiers on the street willing to die. I can't put any cut on
the product... I just can't live like that. But from now on if any cops
get in our way... [3 gunshots]


[Verse 1:]


Turn up the mic, dog
So I can get off
Find me Charlton Heston and we might

Cut his head off
I'm not to be $#&@ed with
Step in the range of my guage and get bucked quick

^!$$%s, hoes, I don't know who you are
My friends or foes
Smile in my face

And plot to kill me behind doors
I got a new attitude
No trust

Got me in a corner
All a ^!$$% can do is bust
It may be you

There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through
I'm 'bout to break off ^!$$%s who play me and dis me
Try to switch from side to side like the ??? ???

The damage is done
Source magazine
You're the first one

You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me
How the $#&@ you pick us 3?
You punk mother$#&@ers ain't %#@!

You're just a bunch of hoes
Makin' money off the pros
And when I see I get you in my sights

I give yo' $$# a story to write
Cause it's on


[Chorus:]

It's on mother$#&@er

And you can't turn the %#@! off
Catch you in the streets and your $$#'ll get tossed
Bang! Bang! Bang! cause it ain't no thang

To put in work and watch your head burst

[Verse 2:]


A lot of fans ain't shiy
Let me repeat:

A lot of fans ain't shiy
Quick to flip if our group don't hit
That don't make you nothin but a pop ho (*##$

And I don't need ya
I love to bleed ya
All I ever wanted was a real ^!$$%'s praise

But the sad mother$#&@in fact
Is that ain't that many real mother$#&@ers these days
Game knows game I know too many who plays the name

And I can make it in the music or the street game
I still got hoes that'll work
Still got crews that'll work

Still roll with an extra clip
And those who think they'll stop me
Doubt it

Those mother$#&@ers better think about it
You'd besta let me rap
Ice back on the streets?

You don't want that
Cause I break ill
And you really ???

[Chorus:]


It's on mother$#&@er
And you can't turn the %#@! off
Catch you in the streets and your $$#'ll get tossed
Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing

To put in work and watch your body jerk

[Verse 3:]

It's on mother$#&@er

You !@%& right it's on
My royalty cheque
Yeah, fool, I write my own
I own my own label
Put my own %#@! out

So no one tells me what the $#&@ to talk about
And all the suckas that said I was through:
You need to wake up to my view
I'm fallen off
Ha! Ha! That's a joke!
You mother$#&@ers are still unknown and broke

And I'm stankin' rich
My $#&@in maid lives better than you, (*##$
So shut your trap
When it comes to this level of game
You don't know jack
CIA
FBI

IRS
Try to ??? for sweat
But they'll never sweat you son
Cause you're broke
And you're dumb
And you're no threat to no one
Them fools don't play

I gotta deal with those mother$#&@ers every day
They'd love to get me behind bars
They hawk a ^!$$% like I'm Carlos Escobar
But in a way I am
Been puttin dope on the street for years
And don't give a damn
So I'm thinkin about them, friend

The real mother$#&@in gangstas wanna see me end
It's gonna end up in a bloodbath
No doubt
That's the only way I'm going out

[Chorus:]


It's on mother$#&@er
And you can't turn the %#@! off
Catch you in the streets and your $$#'ll get tossed
Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing
To put in work and watch your head burst