[Intro:]
    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... [3 gunshots]
    [Verse 1:]
    Turn up the mic, dog
  So I can get off
  Find me Charlton Heston and we might
  Cut his head off
  I'm not to be fucked with
  Step in the range of my guage and get bucked quick
  Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are
  My friends or foes
  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 bust
  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 me
  Try to switch from side to side like the ??? ???
  The damage is done
  Source magazine
  You're the first one
  You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me
  How the fuck you pick us 3?
  You punk motherfuckers ain't shit
  You're just a bunch of hoes
  Makin' money off the pros
  And when I see I get you in my sights
  I give yo' ass a story to write
  Cause it's on
    [Chorus:]
    It's on motherfucker
  And you can't turn the shit off
  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
    [Verse 2:]
    A lot of fans ain't shiy
  Let me repeat:
  A lot of fans ain't shiy
  Quick to flip if our group don't hit
  That don't make you nothin but a pop ho bitch
  And I don't need ya
  I love to bleed ya
  All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise
  But the sad motherfuckin fact
  Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these days
  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 work
  Still roll with an extra clip
  And those who think they'll stop me
  Doubt it
  Those motherfuckers better think about it
  You'd besta let me rap
  Ice back on the streets?
  You don't want that
  Cause I break ill
  And you really ???
    [Chorus:]
    It's on motherfucker
  And you can't turn the shit off
  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
    [Verse 3:]
    It's on motherfucker
  You Goddamn right it's on
  My royalty cheque
  Yeah, fool, I write my own
  I own my own label
  Put my own shit out
  So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about
  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 motherfuckers are still unknown and broke
  And I'm stankin' rich
  My fuckin maid lives better than you, bitch
  So shut your trap
  When it comes to this level of game
  You don't know jack
  CIA
  FBI
  IRS
  Try to ??? 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 motherfuckers every day
  They'd love to get me behind bars
  They hawk a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar
  But in a way I am
  Been puttin dope on the street for years
  And don't give a damn
  So I'm thinkin about them, friend
  The real motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end
  It's gonna end up in a bloodbath
  No doubt
  That's the only way I'm going out
    [Chorus:]
    It's on motherfucker
  And you can't turn the shit off
  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