It's On - Ice T.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Tracy Morrow/Alphonso Henderson
[00:01.015]Yo, Ice
[00:03.044]The organization say they can't stay in business with us any longer
[00:07.125]What you gonna do?
[00:08.475][Ice-T]
[00:08.726]We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later
[00:14.012]We have absolutely no option but to move forward
[00:17.834]We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing
[00:22.213]Run a totally indipendent organization and operation
[00:26.204]We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago
[00:30.094]Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die
[00:33.880]I can't put any cut on the product
[00:36.902]I just can't live like that
[00:41.337]But from now on if any cops get in our way
[00:44.171][Gun shots]
[00:46.470][Ice-T]
[01:04.516]Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off
[01:06.427]Find me Charlton Heston and I might cut his head off
[01:08.632]I'm not to be ****ed wit
[01:10.175]Step in the range of my Gauge and get bucked quick
[01:13.132]****, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or foe
[01:15.420]Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind doors
[01:17.839]I got a new attitude, no trust
[01:19.686]Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is bus
[01:22.110]It may be you
[01:23.531]There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through
[01:26.309]I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis' m
[01:29.017]Try to switch from side to side like they whip me
[01:31.222]The damage is done
[01:33.111]Source Magazine, you're the first one
[01:35.928]You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me
[01:38.161]How the **** you pick us 3
[01:39.971]You punk mother****ers ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoe
[01:42.693]Makin' money off the pros
[01:44.376]And when I see I get you in my sights
[01:46.697]I give your ass a story to write
[01:49.271]Cause it's on
[01:53.377]It's on
[01:55.072][Hook: Ice-T]
[01:58.373]It's on mother****ers and you can't turn the shit of
[02:00.162]Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
[02:02.646]Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thang
[02:04.765]To put in work and watch your head burst
[02:07.194][Ice-T]
[02:07.572]A lot of fans ain't shit
[02:08.793]Let me repeat
[02:09.974]A lot of fans ain't shit
[02:10.974]Quick to flip if our group don't hit
[02:13.144]They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho b***h
[02:15.516]And I don't need ya
[02:16.893]I love to bleed ya
[02:17.910]All I ever wanted was a real nigga's prais
[02:20.210]But the sad mother****er' fac
[02:22.481]Is that ain't that many real niggas these day
[02:24.765]Game knows game I know too many who plays the name
[02:28.070]And I can make it in the music or the street game
[02:30.028]I still got hoes that'll work, still got crews that'll hit
[02:32.750]Still roll with an extra clip
[02:34.496]And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it
[02:36.723]Those mother****ers better think about i
[02:38.579]You'd best to let me rap
[02:40.644]Ice back on the streets?
[02:42.184]You don't want that
[02:43.476]Cause I break ill
[02:44.986]And you'll really have to Body Count the cops I'll kill, it's on
[02:49.781][Hook: Ice-T]
[02:52.360]It's on mother****ers and you can't turn the shit of
[02:54.443]Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
[02:56.744]Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing
[02:58.748]To put in work and watch your body jerk
[03:05.118]It's on
[03:06.661][Ice-T]
[03:10.465]It's on mother****ers, you goddamn righ
[03:12.286]It's on, my royalty cheque, yeah, fool, I write my own
[03:15.253]I own my own label put my own shit ou
[03:16.978]So no one tells me what the **** to talk abou
[03:19.327]And all the suckas that said I was through
[03:21.229]You need to wake up to my view
[03:23.041]I'm fallen off
[03:24.725]Ha! Ha! That's a joke!
[03:25.921]You mother****ers are still unknown and brok
[03:28.441]And I'm stankin' rich
[03:29.729]My nigga maid lives better than you, bitc
[03:32.925]So shut your trap
[03:34.444]When it comes to this level of game, you don't know jacks
[03:37.676]CIA, FBI, IRS
[03:39.818]Try to flip us out for sweat
[03:41.637]But they'll never sweat you son
[03:43.763]Cause you're broke and you're dumb and you're no threat to no one
[03:46.237]Them fools don't play
[03:48.130]I gotta deal with those mother****ers every da
[03:50.874]They'd love to get me behind bars
[03:53.053]They hawk a b***h like I'm Carlos Escoba
[03:55.435]But in a way I am
[03:56.780]Been puttin shit on the street for years and don't give a dam
[04:00.008]So I'm thinkin about them, friend
[04:01.807]The real mother****in gangstas wanna see me en
[04:04.736]It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt
[04:06.689]That's the only way I'm going out, it's on
[04:09.131][Hook: Ice-T]
[04:13.218]It's on
[04:17.682]It's on mother****ers and you can't turn the shit of
[04:20.163]Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
[04:22.406]Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing
[04:24.502]To put in work and watch your head burst
[04:31.331]It's on
[04:45.701]
文本歌词
作曲 : Tracy Morrow/Alphonso Henderson
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 I might cut his head off
I'm not to be ****ed wit
Step in the range of my Gauge and get bucked quick
****, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or foe
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 bus
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' m
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 **** you pick us 3
You punk mother****ers ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoe
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
It's on mother****ers and you can't turn the shit of
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 shit
Let me repeat
A lot of fans ain't shit
Quick to flip if our group don't hit
They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho b***h
And I don't need ya
I love to bleed ya
All I ever wanted was a real nigga's prais
But the sad mother****er' fac
Is that ain't that many real niggas these day
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 hit
Still roll with an extra clip
And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it
Those mother****ers better think about i
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
It's on mother****ers and you can't turn the shit of
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
It's on mother****ers, you goddamn righ
It's on, my royalty cheque, yeah, fool, I write my own
I own my own label put my own shit ou
So no one tells me what the **** to talk abou
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 mother****ers are still unknown and brok
And I'm stankin' rich
My nigga maid lives better than you, bitc
So shut your trap
When it comes to this level of game, you don't know jacks
CIA, FBI, IRS
Try to flip us 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 mother****ers every da
They'd love to get me behind bars
They hawk a b***h like I'm Carlos Escoba
But in a way I am
Been puttin shit on the street for years and don't give a dam
So I'm thinkin about them, friend
The real mother****in gangstas wanna see me en
It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt
That's the only way I'm going out, it's on
It's on
It's on mother****ers and you can't turn the shit of
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