It’s On lyrics

Yo, Ice
The organization say they can't stay in business with us any longer
What you gonna do?

[Ice-T]
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
[Gun shots]

[Ice-T]
Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off
Find me Charlton Heston and I might cut his head off
I'm not to be f*cked with
Step in the range of my Gauge and get bucked quick
n*ggas, 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas who play me and dis' me
Try to switch from side to side like they whip me
The damage is done
Source Magazine, you're the first one
You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me
How the f*ck you pick us 3?
You punk motherf*ckers ain't sh*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 your ass a story to write
Cause it's on
It's on

[Hook: Ice-T]
It's on motherf*cker and you can't turn the sh*t 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

[Ice-T]
A lot of fans ain't sh*t
Let me repeat
A lot of fans ain't sh*t
Quick to flip if our group don't hit
They don't make you nothin but a pop ho b*tch
And I don't need ya
I love to bleed ya
All I ever wanted was a real n*gga's praise
But the sad motherf*ckin' fact
Is that ain't that many real motherf*ckers these days
Game knows game I know too many true players to 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 hit
Still roll with an extra clip
And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it
Those motherf*ckers better think about it
You'd best to let me rap
Ice back on the streets?
You don't want that
Cause I break ill
And you'll really have to Body Count the cops I'll kill, it's on
[Hook: Ice-T]
It's on motherf*cker and you can't turn the sh*t 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 j*rk
It's on

[Ice-T]
It's on motherf*cker you goddamn right
It's on, my royalty cheque, yeah, fool, I write my own
I own my own label put my own sh*t out
So no one tells me what the f*ck 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 motherf*ckers are still unknown and broke
And I'm stankin' rich
My f*ckin maid lives better than you, b*tch
So shut your trap
When it comes to this level of game, you don't know jack
CIA, FBI, IRS
Try those letters out 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 motherf*ckers every day
They'd love to get me behind bars
They hawk a n*gga 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 motherf*ckin 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
[Hook: Ice-T]
It's on
It's on motherf*cker and you can't turn the sh*t 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
It's on