Yo, Ice the organization say   They can't stay in business with us any longer   What you gonna do?      We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later   We have absolutely no option but to move forward   We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing   Run a totally independent organization and operation      We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago   Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die   I can't put any cut on the product, I just can't live like that   But from now on if any cops get in our way      Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off   Find me Charlton Heston and I might cut his head off   I'm not to be fucked with   Step in the range of my gauze and get bucked quick      Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or foes   Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind doors   I got a new attitude, no trust   Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is bust      It may be you   There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through   I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis' me   Try to switch from side to side like they whip me      The damage is done   Source Magazine, you're the first one   You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me   How the fuck you pick us 3?      You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoes   Makin' money off the pros   And when I see I get you in my sights   I give your ass a story to write 'cause it's on, it's on      It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off   Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed   Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang   To put in work and watch your head burst      A lot of fans ain't shit, let me repeat, a lot of fans ain't shit   Quick to flip if our group don't hit   They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho bitch   And I don't need ya, I love to bleed ya      All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise   But the sad motherfuckin' fact   Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these days   Game knows game I know too many who plays the name   And I can make it in the music or the street game      I still got hoes that'll work, still got crews that'll hit   Still roll with an extra clip   And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it   Those motherfuckers better think about it      You'd best to let me rap   Ice back on the streets?   You don't want that, 'cause I break ill   And you really after body count the caps I peel, it's on      It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off   Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed   Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang   To put in work and watch your body jerk, it's on      It's on motherfucker you goddamn right   It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own   I own my own label put my own shit out   So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about      And all the suckas that said I was through   You need to wake up to my view   I'm fallen off, ha, ha, that's a joke   You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke      And I'm stankin' rich   My fuckin' maid lives better than you, bitch   So shut your trap   When it comes to this level of game, you don't know jacks      CIA, FBI, IRS   Try to flip us out for sweat   But they'll never sweat you son   'Cause you're broke and you're dumb and you're no threat to no one      Them fools don't play   I gotta deal with those motherfuckers every day   They'd love to get me behind bars   They hawk a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar      But in a way I am   Been puttin' dope on the street for years and don't give a damn   So I'm thinkin' about them, friend   The real motherfuckin' gangstas wanna see me end      It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt   That's the only way I'm going out, it's on      It's on, it's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off   Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed   Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang   To put in work and watch your head burst, it's on