O It'S On (Feat. Young Buck)

Good
What's up nigga?
If a motherfucker woulda told me years ago
That the game today would be so fucked up
C'mon holla at your boy
That these motherfuckin' niggas would be runnin' 'round here
Actin' more bitchified

Bitch niggas
Wearin' more panty liner

I see these niggas man
Hehehe, dogg it's just crazy as a motherfucker
But you know what, tonight we gon' handle that shit
Ayo speak on these niggas Peedi, c'mon

Yo, ninety five percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes

With Victoria Secret panties crammed in they asshole
Throwin' up crooked fingers, dick ridin' the West Coast
Them some real soldiers, y'all son bitches bogus
I call it like I call it, think I'm wrong, step forward
And get your mind pushed in a science class bucket
Since you're into tough talkin' now that 50 got on

(Quit fantasizin' 'bout that man life and live young)
You ain't never be hard, your mammy titty fed you too long
Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
Tonight we gettin' closure, I'm pointin' out folks
Pullin' niggas' cards, exposin' what you holdin'
I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no mo'
Just had some shit on my mind and my chest I had to get off
(You can't judge a motherfuckin' book by it's cover)
But I can spot a bitch a mile away, pardon me brother

Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, get you some, motherfucker

These niggas catchin' feelings, they ain't men, they women

And he gay, 'cause he with 'em and he tryna defend 'em
So I say, we should expose these hoes
I think our fans should know, to go and shoot up your shows
Oh it's on now, y'all can come on down
I got a Desert Eagle with a silencer, I swear it make no sound
A .45 caliber with some bullets that's so round
50 Took a look at it and told me to slow down
Peedi ya need me nigga, just holla and I gotcha

Throw on some Frank Sinatra, and order me some pasta
They fuckin' with some mobsters, see we can get it done
And I bet ya at his funeral, nobody gon' come
I ain't here to be beefin' with no nigga to get a name
If you pussy and show your panties, I'm pullin' out my thang
Got a habit of smackin' faggots with semi-automatics
You niggas in trouble, Buck and Peedi back at it, it's on nigga

Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, get you some, motherfucker

Hit that bitch right there with all your might
If he say anything in here tonight you don't like
Hit that bitch right there with all your might
If he say anything in here tonight you don't like

If it jump off in the club, bitch I jump off in the club
Shit get tore up, just get tore up, like I give a good fuck
All this champagne I done bought, bitch I done paid for this chair
That I'm finna take and break across this son bitch head

Booka Bonecrusher, very first verse said it red (ten times)
That's on everything I love to drop dead (bitch I ain't never scared)
Fuck around get a main artery cut in half
Blood gushin' out the side of your neck, bleedin' to death
Needin' a paramedic to reconnect it, piecin' you back together
(I done seen it happen too many times out here) Paperman
It's gettin' crucial out here and you takin' this shit for granted
Pussy punk, panty wearin', mascara and fangs
Blow pop suckin' ass, juicy fruity cookie man
Molested as a child by the babysitter daddy

Backstabbin' motherfuckin' crabs in a barrel
I can't stand 'em, but I bet I can handle 'em

Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches

Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, get you some, motherfucker

Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches

Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, get you some, motherfucker