Bring It On lyrics

[Intro]
Bring it on

[Verse 1: 2-low]
Cover your dome, or feel a motherf*cking Glock
The rugged child is in the house, I'm letting off shots
Biggity bang biggity bang, hit the motherf*cking deck
I'm down on this track and I'm abouts to get wreck
I'm coming like a hustler, never coming buster
Blasting on you hoes screaming, "Die, motherf*cker"
Never showing mercy, 'cause that sh*t is for the weak
I rhyme with my Glock and knock a n*gga off his feet
A young n*gga, shorts as I figure
Step up with that bullsh*t, I'm a greet you with this trigger
Blasting on you hoes and let you know how it feels
Bucking with the 5th ward will get your motherf*cking dome peeled
Motherf*cker bring it on

[Verse 2: Seagram]
It's the Seagster, the major leagster
b*tch deceiver, n*gga life-reliever
Oakland hustler, never been a busta
Make way for the nine-trey, I'm coming motherf*cka
Straight from the 6-9, the final line village
Doing more damage than a Exxon spillage
Uh, coward, and that's that
I'm known to pack a gat and put heads on flat
No rehabilitatin' my trigga'
Take a n*gga out the ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto out the n*gga
Ain't nothing changed since the 70s
I'm hellbound n*gga, my life ain't never been heavenly
Never slippin' punk no, a n*gga don't lag
Game tight replace a n*gga's Nikes with a toe tag
His zoom, his ass, his zigga I'm the founder
Stacking up bodies like Jeffery Dahmer
Oh, here comes the flow, watch me as I tiptoe
To a n*gga's window, with my M 6-0
Putting motherf*ckers out their misery
And watching the murders reenacted on Unsolved Mysteries
Trick, coward lame pus*y ass faggot
Six feet deep is where you sleep with the worms and the maggots
n*gga's can't harm me, Rap-A-Lot army
Coming like Desert Storm, you've been warned
But if you still want some, n*gga, bring it on
[Verse 3: Too Much Trouble]
Too Much Trouble done sewed up the tracks
b*tches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young n*ggas that's down to break a b*tch
The Nickel Nut and the Band-Aid Bandit
Yes the Nickel Nut pimping ten different sl*ts
You've encountered slavery, b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
That better turn some tricks, and suck a lotta di*ks
And come with my money, or they get their ass kicked
Geto got hoes on the stroll making my bank roll
But when we tangle b*tch, I run with foes
'Cause all about the pen, ain't talking about the pus*y
I'm talkin' about the paper, so b*tch, shake your moneymaker
It's the pimp-pimp pimpin', you're simp-simp, simpin'
Your b*tch chose me now you're wimp-wimp, wimpin
n*gga you was wrong when you reached for your chrome
A slug to your dome, bad news done beat you home
You think we was acting about making but you're wrong
We in a pizzimping and its on so b*tches bring it on

[Chorus]
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on
[Verse 4: 5th Ward Boys]
Bring it on motherf*cker, here I come with this damn thang
Boom boom boom, and I'm about to let freedom ring
5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine trey
I'm down with them Geto Boys so make my motherf*cking day
The 5th Ward Boys on the motherf*cking set
Putting a slug off in your chest
'Cause you didn't wear the bulletproof vest
n*gga, ratta-tat-tat to your temple
sh*t is real simple, busting up domes like a pimple
Jump if you want, n*gga, and I'm a have to hurt ya
Murder after murder after goddamn murder
Yo, I'm taking n*ggas to the promise land
With little Bushwick, Scarface, and the goddamn peterman
Lets rock, stupid f*ck is f*cking it up with Double O, life is stuck up
On the tenth floor, so what you wanna do, ho
Yeah, cause we're checking more motherf*ckers, parking more motherf*ckers
And killing more motherf*ckers than any one of you motherf*ckers
While your ho sleeping let's get it on
And get your f*cking wig split, fool-ass n*gga, now bring it on

[Verse : Odd Squad]
I can't see your ass b*tch, so you'd better watch your bust or
Take that from a blind handicapped motherf*cker
Smoking weed and steadily downing that Schlitz Malt Liquor
If you wanna step and get done, cause I'm that n*gga
Well it's me that n*gga D (Who?)
That fat square twister, the one who f*cked your sister
I made her pus*y blister, got a di*k in the side of my pearl white Lac
Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back
And my heat up under my seat ready to put the lead on ya
So punk motherf*ckers try to test me if you wanna
'Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime
Smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime
[Verse 5:Ganksta N-I-P]
A weed-smoking motherf*cker, plus I kick doobies
I'm the one that told that n*gga to go insane in that Luby's
Ganksta NIP is f*cking your daughter, G
I wake up every morning screaming, "Somebody slaughter me"
Step in my path, your ass is void
'Cause I'm an aerodynamic, satanic, schizophrenic android
Your mind ain't deep enough, cars can't creep enough
Dead bodies complaining we too loud, they can't sleep enough
Attempted murder, I didn't mean to hurt her
I hadn't ate in two years, I just wanted a cheeseburger
A bulletproof vest won't protect your chest
A whole body is hard to digest
Once I flex, count the next
The hardest I won like recreation of Malcolm X
So bring it on, I'm ready to slaughter
Sitting in church, drinking a 40 of holy water

[Chorus]
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on
(DMG bring it on)

[Verse 6: DMG]
I've been a victim of society
They got me f*cked in this whole sh*t
n*ggas running up with M-11's and some mo' sh*t
It seems to me they wanna start something
But I'm a let this motherf*cking 9 break em off something
My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that
Miggity Mike serving em soft from these n*ggas gats
I guess it's like guerilla warfare
Now grab your gat and load your clip and go for deaf until you make it there
And if you don't then grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these n*ggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killings and slayings, some sh*t
You fake on your tool and find your homie dead in a ditch
Now the f*cking water's getting hot
Homie after homie after homie's getting shot
And n*ggas are overlookin' the joys of life
.357 with them hollow-point shells in the midnight
Check it—first I walk up on him like I know him
Then, I let my conversation start to ho him
Yo, I never debates the way I handle my business
'Cause n*ggas always be f*cking sh*t up well it's time to handle they business
He's peeping out my missile as I stand straight
So now it's time to make his ass like a crushed grape
Come check a n*gga gun for his get sound get click
Yo, you shoulda brought it on

[Verse 7: Mr. 3-2]
3-2 comin' at ya, comin' at ya
Don't make me pull my sh*t and have to cap ya
With my Glock, I make it go pop, it's a seventeen shot
So a n*gga gon drop, a n*gga gon drop
You heard me roll a fatty
Now I'm at the window of your c*cksucking caddy
So what you wanna do? It's about that time
Pop, pop, pop goes the weasel in my nine
Uh, where your nuts at n*gga? You'd better let 'em hang
Cause we can get it on, ho, it ain't no thang, uh
Mo' murder mo' motherf*cking merrier
'Cause I be one of the roughest n*ggas from the Hiram Clarke area
So quit running your mouth, b*tch, you know you can't fade this
Rap-A-Lot south sh*t
It's the 3-motherf*cking-2
So bring on your motherf*cking crew b*tch, we can get it on

[Verse 8: Big Mello]
Strapped assassin, ghetto gladiator
Leaving a path of destruction like the motherf*cking Terminator
Lurking the streets of Hiram Clarke, stalking like a predator
Seventeen shots to the chest made his clothes wetter than mine
'Cause the nine'll hit your ass every time
Got my motherf*cking b-mo, going straight for the dome
Wig-splitting n*gga with the finger on the trigger
Sinister, symptoms of a motherf*cking killer
B-I-G to the motherf*cking M-E
Double L-O's not a motherf*cking ho
But a cutthroat, smiggity smoking n*ggas like dope
Now, b*tch, don't choke, cause the di*k's down your throat
Getting my blast on, n*gga get your ass on
Riggy run your ass home cause I'm a bring it on, homes!

[Verse 9: Scarface]
It's the return of the motherf*cking dreadlock
Putting fools in headlocks, giving n*ggas headshots
You don't wanna f*ck with me, I ain't that motherf*cka
I mean that average, run-of-the-mill ass n*gga
You hoes better recognize this n*gga that you up against
Mista mista Scarface ain't that n*gga to be f*cking with
So lay it down n*ggas, bump it down, or feel the pressure
'Cause I'm the type of n*gga that's known for taking drastic measures
Quick to rip sh*t and leave a motherf*cker twitching
So n*ggas make a run once my rifle starts spittin'
Round after round after motherf*ckin round
So b*tches lay it down, I shut em down, I shut em down
Screaming for vengeance I swear that I meant this descended
Surrender suspended cause, n*ggas, I meant it
Calm like an Islamic brother from the Nation
Still got the mind of a motherf*ckin mental patient
I got the chrome to my own dome
But I'm a give you one before I take it home, motherf*cka, so, uh

[Chorus]
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on