It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah

It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah


I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of yacht sippin', sippin'
Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'

M J G ah, P I M P Ah

$#&@ 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


%#@!, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good watchin' my !@#*
I'm a target splitter

The world's strongest man hardest hitter

Even though you hate, I still elevate regardless ^!$$%

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 %#@! and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone


Look, you ^!$$%z play too much Mayne you need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater ^!$$% need for them restless snakes

Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police ^!$$%z jumping state to state


What kind of ^!$$% run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% soul

For bricks or snow, ^!$$%z will $#&@ you like a dirty hoe
Kick yo' door and put you and your babies on the floor
See you in public $#&@ who with you let the thang go


A ^!$$% tell you don't let business turn personal
$#&@ what they say cause for gram a ^!$$% hurtin' you

^!$$%z out here hurtin' fool nothing is for free Mayne
$#&@in' with the game that's how that %#@! be Mayne


When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone


I was torn this (*##$ came from the streets I was born
#~!!@ like a little kitty back yellow as corn

I don't go around poppin' %#@! wit' ^!$$%z who talkin'
Them ^!$$%z ain't talkin' no more closed coffin


Not often do you see a ^!$$% loyal as I
Like that boy from best eye ^!$$% ready to die
For my bread and them ^!$$%z 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 $#&@in' 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 $#&@ 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


When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone


When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on