It's On

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... 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 fucked with
 Step in the range of my guage and get bucked quick
 Niggas, 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 fuck you pick us 3?
 You punk motherfuckers ain't shit
 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' ass a story to write
 Cause it's on
 It's on motherfucker
 And you can't turn the shit off
 Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
 Bang! Bang! Bang! cause it ain't no thang
 To put in work and watch your head burst
 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 bitch
 And I don't need ya
 I love to bleed ya
 All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise
 But the sad motherfuckin fact
 Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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???
 It's on motherfucker
 And you can't turn the shit off
 Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
 Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing
 To put in work and watch your body jerk
 It's on motherfucker
 You Goddamn right it's on
 My royalty cheque
 Yeah, fool, I write my own
 I own my own label
 Put my own shit out
 So no one tells me what the fuck 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 motherfuckers are still unknown and broke
 And I'm stankin' rich
 My fuckin maid lives better than you, bitch
 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 motherfuckers every day
 They'd love to get me behind bars
 They hawk a nigga 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 motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end
 It's gonna end up in a bloodbath
 No doubt
 That's the only way I'm going out
 It's on motherfucker
 And you can't turn the shit off
 Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
 Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing
 To put in work and watch your head burst