It`s On Lyrics

It`s On lyrics

Welcome mutha fuckaz, to Murda Fo Free, I be Saint Sinna.



Ha-Ha-Haaaa. Tha Klepto, Bio Killaz, 2-Double-0-To Tha-3



Ima set the record straight, I don’t try and be black

This is me mutha fucka, this is how I really act

In fact I react with a full blown attack

Beatin’ up your dad over a cigarette pack

A Thug in the country bitch, don’t ask questions

Spittin’ all the wrong lessons in these rap sessions

Cuz yeah ima dawg, thoroughbred rot wilier

Your woman wants to fuck me that makes her the pedophiler

I got more gang ties than tha mutha fuckin’ Godfather

You wanna start shit bitch? Don’t even bother

Just stay home it makes it a lot more easier

Cuz my glock is my baby gurl, I love squeezin’er

We rap for fun and we kill to get paid

Takin’ you greasy mutha fuckaz out like cascade





Gangsta, Gangsta, Tell’em that it’s on

We da Killaz On The Run so grab a mutha fuckin gun (Repeated)

Now I’m straight thuggin’, straight mean muggin’

You best tell ya mutha fuckin’ homeboy to stop buggin’

Cuz I’ll pistol whip his mutha fuckin’ bitch face chin

Stomp in his guts a little, then I do it again

Cuz fuck you, hit you wit a one two

Ya ass is on the news cuz tha cops dunno where I stuck you

Nigga you done did it, who you think you kiddin?

Don’tcha worry about ya family Saint Sinna’z
babysittin’

Honky got pissed so I took care of ya

Prematurely bury ya, In the cemetaria

Check tha name suckaz, Bio Killaz fo real

We live up to tha killa part of tha mutha fuckin deal

We not Bone Thugz, but we thugs to tha bone

Once we start threatenin’ with chrome, Nigga, It’s On





Gangsta, Gangsta, Tell’em that it’s on

We da Killaz On The Run so grab a mutha fuckin gun (Repeated)



So we back once again, this time we makin’ noise

And It’s On like a fat bitch on a ride at Cedar Point

We mutha fuckin’ niggaz known as the Bio Killaz

(Tha what?) Killaz, Killaz, Killaz

That’s right muh fuckaz remember tha name

Cuz it’s our time to gain fame in tha rap game

Lyrics to ya brain, I’m rammin’ it, and cramming it

And slammin’ it, God dammin’ it

Legally psycho for failing anger management

That’s why, before any mutha fuckaz every heard of ya

I’ll murder ya, Yeah that’s right lemme repeat it, I’ll
murder ya

I don’t give a fuck about nuthin, tick tockin’ like a bomb

And about to blow up in your face cuz it’s on



Saint Sinno, Saint Sizzle, Saint Sinna

Takin’ out you weak all before dinna

I’m a digital thug, and you bitches all 8-Tracks

I stick in ya mind like tha duck from Aflac

A baseball bat upside ya mutha fuckin head

You best step back before I do it again

Mutha fuckaz spreadin' words that they know that ain't right

I guess a night ain't a night unless it starts with a fight

alright, that's tight, I'll fight til' dawn

But tommorow's anotha day so best believe that It's On