Itz On lyrics

by

Mike Jones


(*talking*)
Yeah, I know they ain't think I was gon let they ass make it
Motherf*cker you must be stupid, put your game face on b*tch
This first and ten, hoe ass n*ggas

[Trae]
n*ggas acting like they forgot, I'm the reason the streets relaxing
I brought it back for the hood, to let some real n*ggas get action
I'm certified with these streets, so why the f*ck is n*ggas asking
I been riding since I was 12, now the f*ck you think I'm lasting
Watching n*ggas turn gangsta daily, cause they practice flashing
But talking against the Truth, will have em starving like they fasting
I f*ck around and come just start up they career, dead then I'm crashing
Then have em just looking stupid, till every rapper come pass em
Say homie you better watch me, I'll show you how to do this sh*t
And tell them two-faces non-rapping ass n*ggas, stay off my di*k
I can't believe these n*ggas ego's, that pump em up like they got beef
Lord knows if I get started, who the f*ck can they get to stop me
This here's a warning shot, n*ggas better be on they A-game
I'm the leader of the gang, and I'm running with Lil' J mayn
I'm only here to win, if I lose then I ain't gon play mayn
I'm sick of asking n*ggas, who hating and they say mayn
b*tches ain't no better, but they got some'ing like they know me
They be the first to say they f*cking got money, knowing they fony
These b*tches worst than that gold digger, trying to get all up on me
Then they wonder why they five dollar, roaching ass by they lonely
I'm here to give em the truth, and reflect em like I'm a mirror
And f*ck a new set of glasses, I'm helping you see it clearer
And if I spit it respect it, cause it ain't getting no realer
I been around the hood and back, and I stay posted up with killers
These n*ggas talking that hot sh*t, like Restless ain't what they banging
Knowing that when they flipping alone, I be what they singing
I got the Southwest on my back, so you know I know where you hanging
I know you contaminated, I hope you don't call it stinging
Even if I never see gold, the streets gon keep me paid off
And if I don't see platinum, I'll still never get laid off
Now who you think they ride for the trill, if sh*t didn't break off
Decided over here motherf*cker, now watch you fade off
(*talking*)
I think you motherf*ckers, picked the wrong n*gga
On the wrong motherf*cking day, on the wrong motherf*cking block
Now you ass hoping it stop, but sh*t ain't gon stop n*gga
You pumped your ass up, to f*ck with the Truth n*gga
I'ma give you the bidness, I can't do nothing less you know what I'm saying
This what it is, n*gga know this sh*t go way back with me n*gga
Holla at the motherf*cking O.G. Dinkie, and see what the bidness is
This as*h*le By Nature n*gga, motherf*ckers ain't worth no two verses
They ain't even worth a chorus, I'm play with ya you know
I'm having fun right now, but you p*ss me off
Your ass'll be starving out here n*gga, f*ck with me
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