8ball & Mjg - When It's On lyrics

[Verse 1: MJG] I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin' Fifth of Yacht sippin', sippin' Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin' MJG ah, P.I.M.P. ah f** 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 sh**, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous I was in the hood strapped up good Watchin' my an*s I'm a target splitter The world strongest man hardest hitter Even though you hate I still elevate regardless n***a Step to us boy, look what you done started And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest [Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy] When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your sh** and be gone When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your sh** and be gone When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your sh** and be gone When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your sh** and be gone [Verse 2: 8 Ball] Look, you n***az play too much mayne You need to pump yo' brakes Keep a heater n***a need for them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police n***az jumping state to state What kind of n***a run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of n***a 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 n***a soul For bricks or snow, n***az will f** you like a dirty hoe Kick yo' door and put and your babies on the floor See you in public f** who with you let the thang go A n***a tell you don't let business turn personal f** what they say cause for gram a n***a hurtin' you n***az out here hurtin' fool Nothing is for free mayne f**in' with the game That's how that sh** be mayne [Hook] [Verse 3: 8 Ball] I was torn this b**h came from the streets I was born p**y like a little kitty back yellow as corn I don't go around poppin' sh** wit' n***az who talkin' Them n***az ain't talkin' no more Closed coffin Not often do you see a n***a loyal as I Like that boy from Best Eye n***a ready to die For my bread and them n***az that considered me family Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit' granny [Verse 4: MJG] Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through physical Deeper into my spiritual I'm so f**in' 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 f** 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 [Hook - until fade] [P. Diddy - talking]