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 indipendent 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... [3 gunshots]      [Verse 1:]      Turn up the mic, dog   So I can get off   Find me Charlton Heston and we might   Cut his head off   I'm not to be fucked with   Step in the range of my guage 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 the ??? ???   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 yo' ass a story to write   Cause it's on      [Chorus:]      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      [Verse 2:]      A lot of fans ain't shiy   Let me repeat:   A lot of fans ain't shiy   Quick to flip if our group don't hit   That 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 work   Still roll with an extra clip   And those who think they'll stop me   Doubt it   Those motherfuckers better think about it   You'd besta let me rap   Ice back on the streets?   You don't want that   Cause I break ill   And you really ???      [Chorus:]      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 thing   To put in work and watch your body jerk      [Verse 3:]      It's on motherfucker   You Goddamn right it's on   My royalty cheque   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 jack   CIA   FBI   IRS   Try to ??? 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      [Chorus:]      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 thing   To put in work and watch your head burst