It`s On Lyrics

It`s On

featuring  E40

Richie Rich: Let's do this shit

E40: Motherf**kers want their pockets sway

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Richie Rich and E40: 
Motherf**ker
You couldn't even f**k with this
Cuz in a major motherf**king way
It's on
It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a Dogg a bone

I got a flow so sick, it runs a tempeture of 101
On a daily  
That's what keeps pay me
And do I got three jobs I running this like Nicky D
So drive true 
If I let you slide true
Could you f**k with a nigger with a resume
Rich will never play
And any rapper can come this way
So when I come bow down
100% I represent the east side of the Oaktown
I drop a props, with a flossy flow
But when he catch cha
It will get hectic 
And I will respect it
And I'm that nigga serving tit for tat
Twamp for twamp *into the valley of the deep swamp*
I leave no stones alone when I bust
It's strictly mental
And sale your dope into my window
I kick your as* to the curve
And when you get served
I let you know
east side what I swearve
Now I coming up sheep
Beat after beat
Making nail of a 94 crew

Course

Motherf**ker
You couldn't even f**k with this
Cuz in a major motherf**king way
It's on
It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone

Motherf**ker
You couldn't even f**k with this
Cuz in a major motherf**king way
It's on
It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone

E40:
I'm from the Old School, yes indeed
I sale my right arm, for some go good weed
I went true a whole lot just to beat the tonic
And I refuse to lose the minor
My sh*t is real, plus some convince
And that's fake, like that silicon contour
I rather make, big bread and steak
Then regulate without any bit*hes help
But just like all you tower power
Niggas wanna test their cholesterol
Nigga you are my nigga
And you don't get a dawn better
Niggas don't wanna see me, but I'm that damn trigga
For guess, besides I get busy
Richer than bit*hes, but I realy like your ball
 
That's what they gonna say back home 
When I'll be gone
But it will be ball

Course

Motherf**ker
You couldn't even f**k with this
Cuz in a major motherf**king way
It's on
It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone

Motherf**ker
You couldn't even f**k with this
Cuz in a major motherf**king way
It's on
It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone

Motherf**ker
*You don't wanna see me*
Cuz in a major motherf**king way
*fool* It's on
It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone

Richie Rich:
Microphone three, ballin like Jordan
You punk, think you site a pain
In fact I know you came
True half of the sh*t you was claiming in the county
suckers on your jock
you claim you run the block
Pollytaim busta you cracked in half
Claimed you fooled a bank
But I know your bank stank
I lived around the corner
I've seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more
You ain't a buck or four
You sold your TV for a buck
Cuz it was way to Leigh
And when they send you up state, I heard you gain some weight
So you're a baller
Lined on a youngsters quip
Got to think your sick
To representing your click
But you're a old school
Thinking too much hype
Yo, buy some Timmy on right, it got, *eeehhh* rally strike!
If they know your identity
You probably be a victim of a sticky
You ain't got to lie to kick it

E-40: Ain't no wagon
Nigga 40 and his cousin Richard Jackson

Motherf**ker
You couldn't even f**k with this
Cuz in a major motherf**king way
It's on
It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone

Motherf**ker
You couldn't even f**k with this
Cuz in a major motherf**king way
It's on
It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone

Motherf**ker

Motherf**ker

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So, you can't see it all
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