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It's On

This song is by E-40.

[Bone] Nah nah nah nah
[E-40] The giant mayne
[Bone] Nah na-na nah nah
[E-40] E-40
[Bone] Ah-ha, nah nah nah nah
[E-40] Bone Crusher
[Bone] Thug niggaz be
[E-40] Cotton Mouf
[Bone] Actin' like they tough and thangs y'know
[Bone] And I chuckle at 'em
[Bone] I don't think they wanna fight me!
[Bone] They don't wanna have no tussle situations
[Bone] Hahahaha, this is fightin music
[Bone] And let's do this like this!

(Chorus 2X: Bone Crusher)
It's on, nigga! Nah nah nah nah (ha)
Nah na-na nah nah (ha? HA!)
Nah nah nah nah (HA!)
Nah na-na nah nah - NIGGA SAY WHAT?

(Bone Crusher)
Who want it? Let the, beating begin
Hubba Bubba motherfuckers where will the trickery end
I'M A FAT BOY! Master self within
Punishment is handed out, from the anvil's bend
This ain't for play niggaz so, hoe-nigga pray
That I don't see yo' ass on judgment day
Before God get'cha I'ma cleave ya and butch' ya
Oh you scared now nigga, do you need a tissue?
You bitch nigga!

We hard on the boulevard
Marijuana prescriptions, fake ID's and cannabis club cards
We some hitters, y'all some snitches
Pillow-talkin' and sellin wolf tickets
Runnin' off at the mouth, hidin up in the house
Scared like a mouse I presume, young tycoon
Hidin up under the sink, runnin' from the streetsweeper boom
Plead the fifth is what I sip as I drink, and sip 'gnac
Hard top Cadillac, fo'-door tank
You tryin' to get brownie points
Him feelin' himself, him off incredibles
But now check this though
Potnah ain't gon' crack an egg in a potato salad vegetables
Somebody call my attorney
'Cause he gon' be leavin' up outta here on a gurney
Takin' my kindness for all kind of weakness
Gotta let him know I ain't phony
I'm into, feudin tycoonin and bossin, flossin and sippin
Tryin' to holla at a broad but her boyfriend over there trippin'
'Cause she done, broke up with his ass 'cause he lazy and good for nothin'
I'm a hustlin-ass street nigga that's really about somethin' - BEOTCH!

(Cotton Mouf)
Hoe it's on motherfucker quit bumpin your gums
All that low-rate talk, need to check your funds
'Fore you make a sammich potnah need to toast your buns
Hell I want the whole loaf while you're fightin for crumbs
Real niggaz to the flo', hoe-niggaz hit the do'
By the time I hit the scene I'm lookin' for the good smoke
Boy I'm lookin' for that bitch that got the hot throat
Hell I'm from G.A. bitch, better act like you know

[Chorus] - this time without "It's on, nigga" either repeat

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