Luyện nghe bài hát It's On, On Sight

(*Screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, and screaming*)
(3x)

They want soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass
comin from the pen, they say I owe 'em cash
Dwellin off the past and they it fast
But they fai'lize is I'll be quick to blast
Die hard cold killer all about my work
Dressed up like a in a mini-skirt
Specialize in doin dirt - niggaz in the shirt
Put the pistol in his mouth and it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce of Swiss malt liquor brewsky
talkin to a cutie outside the movie theater
on top of the hood of my Cutlass
Smokin on a non-filter pack colored edition cigarette
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin beadie
What the W here's the peace treaty?
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's shoot no beebees
Programmed to anything that gets off in my way
Then I put same size left over bullets up in my A.K.
I can't wait we bump heads

It on, on sight day and night no what I'm dumpin'
I'm tryin to see you 'bout somethin' (2x)

"I'm heated, them cheated" - 3X (in background)
We had a meetin', 'posed to been squashed (3x)

Shit was to been squashed

I've got a hunch; meet me at the Olive spot let's do lunch
Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for
Sons of must think we some chumps
Time to break out the pipe and the pumps

Nigga fuck stress and lick, we kick in the door with full clips
Out of Magnums packin we blast 'em we all out for the chips
FOol, 40-Water never slip, saw the niggaz and then dipped
we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them niggaz shit to
side-ways up off they block, gears in a big block
All out non riders until our casket drop
We smashin, blastin on any, while I many
Dash and blastin double two-three's, the enemies

One of my big up out HPA shot me a kite today
He up in Pelican Bay striker
Doin 25 with a L cause he won't on one of his
dudes in position who wears a diaper
With the shit stacked on the of his waist
blood splattered all on the wiper
Somebody tried to his face - caught him up in his Viper
Loose as a goose ass out tried to him like a sniper
hyperventilated started havin'
No feelings in his legs, arms, or his

We stand tall, like Manute Bol with bigger balls than
Strapped 4-4's down to execute all y'all
Don't want to see us niggas on a
150 drum 45 slugs bitten
No hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his seat
70 rounds through his front
Ain't no with G's
Fill 'em up to they neck from knees
Leave 'em dyin' in the as we escape on they goldeeze