When It's On Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball & Mjg

It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah 

It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah 

It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah 

It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah 

I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin' 

Fifth of yacht sippin', sippin' 

Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin' 

M J G ah, P I M P Ah 

Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her 

The new millennium poet 

Forever show it, can't blow it 

If you reap it, you sow it 

I, pay my, dues and it's the rules that I play by 

Carry the team like I'm A I 

I used to cook rocks, and hit the block 

And gun in the bushes and money in my sock 

Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous 

I was in the hood strapped up good watchin' my anus 

I'm a target splitter 

The world's strongest man hardest hitter 

Even though you hate, I still elevate regardless nigga 

Step to us boy, look what you done started 

And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

Look, you niggaz play too much Mayne you need to pump yo' brakes 

Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes 

Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space 

Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state 

What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? 

The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body 

Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy 

They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley 

It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul 

For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck you like a dirty hoe 

Kick yo' door and put you and your babies on the floor 

See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go 

A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal 

Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you 

Niggaz out here hurtin' fool nothing is for free Mayne 

Fuckin' with the game that's how that shit be Mayne 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born 

Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn 

I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin' 

Them niggaz ain't talkin' no more closed coffin 

Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I 

Like that boy from best eye nigga ready to die 

For my bread and them niggaz that considered me family 

Hold it down Mayne I got you 'til we up there wit' granny 

'Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through physical 

Deeper into my spiritual I'm so fuckin' lyrical 

MJG the realest the truth the definition 

Just call me the competition, I'm still stomping and pimpin' 

I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood 

I got the key to the city, the streets is all good 

My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded 

I'm still hoping and praying to God, I don't use it 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on 

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on