Funk Daddy - It's On, On Sight lyrics

(*Screeching tires, gunshots, broken gla**, sirens and screaming*) Yeah (3x) [E-40] They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my a** It's comin from the pen, they say I owe 'em cash Dwellin off the past and they need it fast But what they fai'lize is I'll be quick to blast Die hard cold blooded k**er all about my work Dressed up like a female in a mini-skirt Specialize in doin dirt - shootin n***as in the shirt Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh Cutla**, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky Talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater Sittin on top of the hood of my Cutla** Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +GANESH+ beadie What the f**? W here's the peace treaty? Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's don't shoot no beebees Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way Then I put them same size left over bullets up in my A.K I can't wait 'til we bump heads Chorus: It on, on sight day and night no matter what I'm dumpin' I'm tryin to see you n***as 'bout somethin' (2x) "I'm heated, them n***as cheated" - 3X (in background) We had a meetin', sh** 'posed to been squashed (3x) sh** was 'posed to been squashed [E-40] I've got a hunch; meet me at the Olive Garden spot let's do lunch Fool and dem tried to pa** the buck and set us up for lumps Sons of b**hes must think we some chumps Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps [C-Bo] n***a f** stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips Out of Magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the chips FOol, 40-Water never slip, saw the n***as quick and then dipped Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them n***as sh** to Side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block All out non stop riders until our casket drop We smashin, blastin on any, while I remember many Dash and blastin double two-three's, f** the enemies Chorus [E-40] One of my big dudes up out HPA shot me a kite today He up in Pelican Bay three striker Doin 25 with a L cause he won't tell on one of his High-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper With the sh** stacked on the side of his waist Blood splattered all on the windshield wiper Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his Viper Loose as a goose a** out tried to down him like a sniper Hyperventilated started havin' seizures No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers [C-Bo] We stand tall, like Manute Bol with bigger balls than RuPaul Strapped with 4-4's down to execute all y'all Don't want to see us n***as on a mission 150 round drum 45 slugs bitten No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho' Leave him stuck in his front seat 70 rounds through his front window Ain't no f**in' with G's Fill 'em up to they neck from they knees Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze Chorus