O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
It's gettin' crucial out here 'n' you takin' this shit for granted
And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket
Just had some shit on my mind, in my chest I had to get off
All the champagne I don bought bitch I done paid for this chair
If a muthafucka would have told me years ago
With Victoria Secret panties crammin' that ass hole
50 took a look at it and told me to slow down
Ey yo speak on that shit
But I can spot a bitch a mile away
Pullin' niggaz cards, exposin' what ya hold
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
Here actin' mo bitchy fried
I can't stand 'em, but I bet I can handle 'em
She can tow up just get toed up like I give a good buck
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Bitch niggas
Got a habit of smackin' faggots with semi-automatics
She in to tough talkin' now that 50 got on
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
Fuckin' round get a main artery cut in half
Needin' a paramedic to reconnect 'n' piece you back together
Lord this shit crazy then a muthafucka, but you know what
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like
(On now)
Throwin' the crooked finger dick ridin' the west coast
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like
I see these niggas man
O it's on now yeah, I can cummon down
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
If you pussies and show yo panties, I'm pullin' out my thang
Tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
These niggaz catchin' feelings, they ain't men they women
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
And he gay 'cuz he wit 'em and he trying to defend 'em
(Bitch I ain't never scared)
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
Blow pop suckin' ass, juicy fruity crooked man
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might
That's on everything I love to drop dead
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka
I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man
Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy
A 4.5 caliber with some bullets that so round
That these muthafuckin' niggas be runnin' around
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long
Look at bone crusher very first verse he don read
I ain't here to be beefin' wit no nigga to get a name
I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more
Quit fantasizing 'bout that man life, and live yo own
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Pussy punk, panty wearin' mascara faggot
(10 ton)
One year more penalize
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
You niggas in trouble buck and Petey back at it it's on nigga
Throw on some frank Sinatra and order me some pasta
Backstabbin' motherfuckin' crabs in a barell
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
That I'm fittin' to take and break across this zombies head
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
I called it like I called it, think I'm wrong, step forward
So I say we should expose these hoes
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Tonite were gettin' closure, I'm pointin' out folks
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Them some real soldiers, y'all son of bitches, fonies
Whachu want, drag, give 'em some, muthafucka
Pardon me brotha
Common holla at cha boi
That the game today would be so fucked up
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Petey you need me nigga just holla and I got ya
And I bet you at his funeral nobody gon come
(Get 'em buck)
They fuckin' with some mobstas, see we can get it done
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
You can't judge a muthafuckin' book by its cover
I got a desert eagle wit a silencer, I swear it make no sound
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
I think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows
Blood gushin' out the side of your neck bleedin' to death
If you jump off in the club it's a jump off in the club
(Here I go)
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
