Otis:  It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl!  It's on you girl, it's all on you!    Look girl, you know that I wanna hit that.  You only with it cause you know I kick a sick rap  Your man wanna combat, but I ain't on that  He just mad that AMB got the contract  Funny how so many bitches wanna come by  When back then it was, "Aww, he's just some guy"  Now that my paper's straight, they wanna act right  Flossin' them titties and steady workin' the backside  Whisper in my ear sayin' they can treat a thug right  Well, that ain't me, bitch. I live scrub life  Cause that's the only way I escape  Watchin' my old school Monday night Nitro tapes  With my homeboys - And they' tap that ass  Most times they do, it's just a part of the path  From the crowd to the stage, from the stage to the head  Through the back, to the crew, to the bus, to the bed  If you had it your way it wouldn't end with a thanks  It'd be bus to the bed then straight to the bank  Fuck that  All you want is some superstar sex  To try to get you some of them superstar checks  Keep callin' me superstar and this what you get  Mister Otis chokin' the shit outta that pretty little neck (just fuckin' die!)  And don't think for a second that you're wifey.  You get a dick and that's it and then I'm like, "Peace!"    Chorus:  It's like this; you ain't right you trife bitch, you sick  Always out for my chips and dip  You think them lips will get shit from me?  Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free.  You think them lips will get shit from me?  Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free    Hook:  It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl!  It's on you girl, it's all on you!    Bonez Dubb:  Oh no, I seen her comin' from a long ways  She got a limp and her walkin' don't look okay  Steady shakin' and bakin' takin' them baby steps  More like a shuffle or hustle, but with a broke neck  Bitch, I ain't got no twenty for that ass  Cause you know crackheads don't pay nobody back  I can drop you off at my homie's crib and they'd love to give that dirty little neden a dip, shit  I ain't hatin' I'm just sayin' that you playin' all that namin' on my game, that shit's gotta go  And I'm creepin' and you sleepin' on them meetin' to decide  When the fuck we gonna roll on this basehead hoe  One thing I gotta do before you say somethin' else  Is try to get this girl some professional help  I'm gonna get someone to take you out  To try to get some food instead of dick in your mouth  Cause it's like that  I ain't down and you ain't shit  Back up off the dip, you dumb bitch  I chop necks and sirens  By all means, stay off the street and start smokin' the green  I see you screamin' at the camera up on T.V.  Steady makin' your rounds up on the news team  Cause they give up a hoe that's so dead and sick  But she'll never catch a drift of my chips and dip!    Chorus:  It's like this; you ain't right you trife bitch, you sick  Always out for my chips and dip  You think them lips will get shit from me?  Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free.  You think them lips will get shit from me?  Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free    Hook:  It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl!  It's on you girl, it's all on you!    Otis:  And that's right! Scrub life, bitch! Sweat from my biggity balls!