Jay-z - If It's On It's On lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule] Who this? Who we representing? Motherf**ing Top Dawg, n***a (n***a!) You know what I'm saying? I don't think y'all understand! But yo, I'ma let y'all know Verse 1: Ja Rule Spare yourself the reality of an a** whippin' That I'm giving when I be getting tight and start flippin' On you b**h a** n***as that like forming them cyphers It gets me hyper, on the real I'ma slice ya Light ya a** up with sixteen or more Slugs coming from my snub-nosed bulldog Raw to the core, let's lay down some laws This is Ja's house, bow down or bring the war Motherf**ers, ya'll don't wanna touch what's hot What it ever be, the mic, the Glock, the drug spot Like a b**h, scared of life and taking chances And right now, you're showing more a** then exotic dancers The answer is this, n***as don't want to touch Ja live, stronger than a f**ing coke rush See, on the streets, I'll be k**ing n***as like cash got sh** in the smash, blunts leaks with hash [Verse 2: Infa-Red] Now I'm on a planet called dark in these streets I spark 3-2 get your a** sticked, so f** a part The enemy is in me, plus I take no prisoners n***a is crazy, caught up getting stabbed by their little sisters Now I'm in my own world, I sell girls with pearls Who sip Dom P, a half a pound of ? I roll up on Lennox, in a Lex with tenants Go in the gambling spot with a knot, soles stomping up what's in it I heard the n***a say short paper But I let most get left with them hoes, I see them b**hes later I'm in the motherf**ing streets full of creeps and freaks I sell rocks on blocks where the hustlers never sleep I'm in too deep and I can't get out, cause it's all about the clout Sticking dicks in these b**hes mouth I'm I-N-F-A-R and E-D, I'm from the UPT Automatically, you can't f** with me [Bridge:] That's how we do it in the 95' It's do or die in this game, sit back and wonder why The game is trife, the creeps creep at night In the rap game, fake n***as get sliced [Verse 3: Chris Black] I sold my soul to the streets By pumping cracks & packing heat Scrapin' G's where my 9 speak, your knees get weak That calico feel so sweet, Shredding through your meat I'm the maker now meet defeat The sh** was planned while bagging grams, whip scrams I'll be damned if a b**h infiltrate the fam Cla** cot, clique's tight like Fort Knox It's war time, motherf**er, pull your heat out your ice box My crews clicking, black tots we pitching Catch an a** whipping, or a slug if you get to snitching You's a b**h and I can sense fear in your heart So I spurt, crept on your crew left a dart [Verse 4: Jay-Z] Giuliani's got me and my crimies thinking grimy Can't hustle no more, got to get this money through muscle for sure Me and my wildlife, youngins running up, gun it up Staked out your money spot, then done it up With gunplay, you f*ggots forfeit, you won Jay Just let a n***a live to see his son, someday Shut up, no compa**ion, kept blasting sh**, you will never catch me slipping' sipping Mo' It'll be no revenge, I tie up all loose ends Strictly business, the worst witnesses It's you and your dead friends I don't just hit you with nouns, unlike these other rappers This sh** I spit'll make you hit the ground When I sci-fi ‘Kappa Kappa', the step show starts Even in the barbershop, you don't want no part (n***a) [Verse 5: Blackchild:] I've been living illegitimate since I could hold my dick Financially I'm fit, mentally I'm sick This rap sh** might keep me from doing sticks And blowing up bricks on neighborhood strips I put holes in n***as' souls, for real Me and my 9 mil love to rob and steel And my Mac 10's my best friend Ever since we been sticking up y'all n***as like skins And cooking up coke for the people that smoke I pull out my gat and everybody get ghost Cause Blackchild got a style that's awkward The Mac is what I walk with, shots is what I talk with I live life like it ain't no tomorrow My heart is hollow, I feel no sorrow Or pity for nobody in this f**ed up city I get pissy and then get busy, you know who is he [Verse 6: Nemesis:] f** that clown a** rapping Got two others on burn, now watch it happen Street level attacking, challenges lacking Raw listenin' satisfaction, slugs from the calibers deaded Know your action, friend, that a** can't win f** the rap level and take it to a Mac 10 Where the war begins and ends son I stand blasting, eradicating n***as in a violent-like fashion Your sh**'s petty, like robbing banks in Manhattan While I'm power-moving cross-seas to the the Vatican Pa** me the Reagan nephew,the over view injector Is the only wayto perfect a hallucinating toxic style n***as watch it closely, now you think twice when you approach me The mischievous, smoking n***as' a** cracks like cannabis Rap is a b**h so I lust for my clique Stash of raw dope, uncut bomb sh** n***as catch fits, get f**ed like chicks Real n***as bleed chocolate because they so saltless Bodying n***as, and say motherf** the charges [Verse 7: Dmx:] A cruddy n***a, going up raw dog in dirty b**hes And if I get burned, I'm giving that sh** to 30 b**hes You say you know a n***a like me, guess again papi Cause I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend papi Jump out the 1500 like run it n***as don't want it, get it, done it, when I'm blunted However it went down, I made it happen, I made it scrappin' I made it fussing, busting, I made it capping And letting off wasn't nothing new to a n***a Something to do to a n***a, cause you's a fool n***a I know your type, you hype all up off that fake sh** And can't understand why a man would have to take sh** Or steal sh**, but this is that real sh**, n***as k** sh**, peel sh** I hit you in your head, you won't feel sh** Err, Let the dogs loose on a n***a's a** Find out if the n***a's faster than the trigger blast A f**ing saint in the truest form Knowing damn well that what I do is wrong, but still I do it strong n***as is making movies, but I got's to stop production I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destruction Cause blocks are not for fronting So let me get that Shorty, cause you don't need that Shorty You don't know what to do with that Shorty You may as well hit this 40 just before you hit the floor Another 24. What you want, money? More?!