It's On - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | It's On - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | The B.Coming |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Vocal：Beanie Sigel/Jay-Z | |
| [Beanie Sigel] | |
| Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us | |
| Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers | |
| Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya | |
| We hug corners, play blocks like Gators | |
| With bundles on us, serve tre's like waiters | |
| It's the life we chose to hustle | |
| Can't stop it, can't knock it | |
| Half the profit get flown out Vegas | |
| Me and my niggaz try an' break tables | |
| Stack chips like Connect Four | |
| While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more | |
| Charge less for, that ain't the program | |
| Get ya lessons from the snow man | |
| Like Pillsbury I get the doe man | |
| I'll off ya head for a slice of bread | |
| I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps | |
| Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat | |
| I'm over the stove like +Cuban Links+ | |
| Breakin' down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do | |
| You niggaz soft like baby food | |
| 'Round the world niggaz pay me dues | |
| While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do | |
| Grown man nigga, baby who? | |
| I'll send you shots from the baby zoo | |
| Old game like Grady fool | |
| Propane flow flame you dudes | |
| No name's don't claim ya shoes | |
| Once again its on nigga, Sigel hard like corn liqour | |
| I'll take you out this world like you was born nigga | |
| Butt naked covered in blood, gaspin' for air | |
| Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| Since you was a baby coward | |
| We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder | |
| +So Fresh and So Clean+ | |
| Been an outcast since I was a teen | |
| But I outlast cuz I outblast anybody you bring | |
| Young, you got it the prophet I told ya'll niggaz | |
| Then I showed ya'll niggaz, you +Can't Knock It+ | |
| Don't get carried away, you a mute nigga (mute nigga) | |
| Where was you nigga? I was doin' this here like Mary J. | |
| Like +Every Day+, and was true nigga | |
| [Beanie Sigel] | |
| They can't question what we do Jigga. | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| Once again it's on, Young run through you niggaz | |
| Like a glitch in the computer nigga | |
| I'm the shit, I'm a sewer nigga | |
| This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga | |
| [Beanie Sigel] | |
| B-Sig' Fred Kruger niggaz | |
| Nightmare ??? nigga | |
| You scared cuz I grew with Jigga | |
| He said "Sig' you that nigga," couldn't see his vision | |
| But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch | |
| Yeah Sig' stay honest I'll deposit you a check | |
| There's a secret society, all we ask is trust | |
| No G money shit all we gots is us | |
| True indeed, yes, more better, yes | |
| More cheddar, S.P. chain, jeans and sweaters | |
| Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera | |
| Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like tetris or | |
| Get off the block, run south with M. Betha | |
| From my block to your block, shout out to M Extra | |
| Who the **** (****) want (want) what (what) | |
| None of you niggaz is B-Sig' word I'm done with you niggaz | |
| [Beanie Sigel] | |
| Once again it's on, **** it we ain't through wit niggaz | |
| Twin towers here to ruin niggaz | |
| You couldn't break up the towers with Tomjanovich | |
| or Osama bombin' shit | |
| We slay niggaz wit K's, we the drama men | |
| Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy) | |
| You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board | |
| I'm a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire | |
| Run through hell with gasoline draws on | |
| You can't mute me put the pause on | |
| My guns shoot like fast-foward's on | |
| And dress cute when the war's off | |
| What you doin' dawg, you playin' wit it | |
| You make your bed right you layin' in it | |
| You keep your ?share? tight you stayin' in it | |
| You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep | |
| I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep | |
| Rock-a-bye mutha****a. | |
| I hope you high mutha****a. | |
| Ready to die mutha****a. | |
| Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from State Prop' the | |
| Kids who squash beef and run them streets | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| Once again it's on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga | |
| Tell ya mama {?| get ready to mourn sista, it's a | |
| See what you got here's a full blown twister | |
| You nothin' but hot air, it's not fair | |
| The reason why we lead the pack, this is a marathon | |
| You start off fast then you weezin' in the back | |
| So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way | |
| To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway | |
| And I'm back, without leavin' I'm here, but you can't see him | |
| I gave you the Blueprint but you can't be him | |
| So no matter what you been told or the records you sold | |
| Deep inside you know that it's only one Hove | |
| Young Vito, voice of the young people | |
| If my life is a movie then Sigel be the sequel | |
| We bring it to your door with Bleek peekin' through your peek hole | |
| And don't get scared nigga, alert ya people | |
| [Beanie Sigel] | |
| Once again it's on |
| Vocal: Beanie Sigel JayZ | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| Bare witness to the greatest, can' t beat us, join us | |
| Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers | |
| Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya | |
| We hug corners, play blocks like Gators | |
| With bundles on us, serve tre' s like waiters | |
| It' s the life we chose to hustle | |
| Can' t stop it, can' t knock it | |
| Half the profit get flown out Vegas | |
| Me and my niggaz try an' break tables | |
| Stack chips like Connect Four | |
| While you prick' s try and whip try and stretch more | |
| Charge less for, that ain' t the program | |
| Get ya lessons from the snow man | |
| Like Pillsbury I get the doe man | |
| I' ll off ya head for a slice of bread | |
| I keep my word and I' m true to my peeps | |
| Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat | |
| I' m over the stove like Cuban Links | |
| Breakin' down Cash Money like Baby do | |
| You niggaz soft like baby food | |
| ' Round the world niggaz pay me dues | |
| While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do | |
| Grown man nigga, baby who? | |
| I' ll send you shots from the baby zoo | |
| Old game like Grady fool | |
| Propane flow flame you dudes | |
| No name' s don' t claim ya shoes | |
| Once again its on nigga, Sigel hard like corn liqour | |
| I' ll take you out this world like you was born nigga | |
| Butt naked covered in blood, gaspin' for air | |
| Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right | |
| JayZ | |
| Since you was a baby coward | |
| We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder | |
| So Fresh and So Clean | |
| Been an outcast since I was a teen | |
| But I outlast cuz I outblast anybody you bring | |
| Young, you got it the prophet I told ya' ll niggaz | |
| Then I showed ya' ll niggaz, you Can' t Knock It | |
| Don' t get carried away, you a mute nigga mute nigga | |
| Where was you nigga? I was doin' this here like Mary J. | |
| Like Every Day, and was true nigga | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| They can' t question what we do Jigga. | |
| JayZ | |
| Once again it' s on, Young run through you niggaz | |
| Like a glitch in the computer nigga | |
| I' m the shit, I' m a sewer nigga | |
| This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| BSig' Fred Kruger niggaz | |
| Nightmare ??? nigga | |
| You scared cuz I grew with Jigga | |
| He said " Sig' you that nigga," couldn' t see his vision | |
| But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch | |
| Yeah Sig' stay honest I' ll deposit you a check | |
| There' s a secret society, all we ask is trust | |
| No G money shit all we gots is us | |
| True indeed, yes, more better, yes | |
| More cheddar, S. P. chain, jeans and sweaters | |
| Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera | |
| Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like tetris or | |
| Get off the block, run south with M. Betha | |
| From my block to your block, shout out to M Extra | |
| Who the want want what what | |
| None of you niggaz is BSig' word I' m done with you niggaz | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| Once again it' s on, it we ain' t through wit niggaz | |
| Twin towers here to ruin niggaz | |
| You couldn' t break up the towers with Tomjanovich | |
| or Osama bombin' shit | |
| We slay niggaz wit K' s, we the drama men | |
| Get it right young scrap don' t even try it boy boy | |
| You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board | |
| I' m a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire | |
| Run through hell with gasoline draws on | |
| You can' t mute me put the pause on | |
| My guns shoot like fastfoward' s on | |
| And dress cute when the war' s off | |
| What you doin' dawg, you playin' wit it | |
| You make your bed right you layin' in it | |
| You keep your ? share? tight you stayin' in it | |
| You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep | |
| I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep | |
| Rockabye mutha a. | |
| I hope you high mutha a. | |
| Ready to die mutha a. | |
| Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from State Prop' the | |
| Kids who squash beef and run them streets | |
| JayZ | |
| Once again it' s on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga | |
| Tell ya mama ? get ready to mourn sista, it' s a | |
| See what you got here' s a full blown twister | |
| You nothin' but hot air, it' s not fair | |
| The reason why we lead the pack, this is a marathon | |
| You start off fast then you weezin' in the back | |
| So even if I slack, I got enough leeway | |
| To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway | |
| And I' m back, without leavin' I' m here, but you can' t see him | |
| I gave you the Blueprint but you can' t be him | |
| So no matter what you been told or the records you sold | |
| Deep inside you know that it' s only one Hove | |
| Young Vito, voice of the young people | |
| If my life is a movie then Sigel be the sequel | |
| We bring it to your door with Bleek peekin' through your peek hole | |
| And don' t get scared nigga, alert ya people | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| Once again it' s on |
| Vocal: Beanie Sigel JayZ | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| Bare witness to the greatest, can' t beat us, join us | |
| Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers | |
| Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya | |
| We hug corners, play blocks like Gators | |
| With bundles on us, serve tre' s like waiters | |
| It' s the life we chose to hustle | |
| Can' t stop it, can' t knock it | |
| Half the profit get flown out Vegas | |
| Me and my niggaz try an' break tables | |
| Stack chips like Connect Four | |
| While you prick' s try and whip try and stretch more | |
| Charge less for, that ain' t the program | |
| Get ya lessons from the snow man | |
| Like Pillsbury I get the doe man | |
| I' ll off ya head for a slice of bread | |
| I keep my word and I' m true to my peeps | |
| Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat | |
| I' m over the stove like Cuban Links | |
| Breakin' down Cash Money like Baby do | |
| You niggaz soft like baby food | |
| ' Round the world niggaz pay me dues | |
| While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do | |
| Grown man nigga, baby who? | |
| I' ll send you shots from the baby zoo | |
| Old game like Grady fool | |
| Propane flow flame you dudes | |
| No name' s don' t claim ya shoes | |
| Once again its on nigga, Sigel hard like corn liqour | |
| I' ll take you out this world like you was born nigga | |
| Butt naked covered in blood, gaspin' for air | |
| Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right | |
| JayZ | |
| Since you was a baby coward | |
| We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder | |
| So Fresh and So Clean | |
| Been an outcast since I was a teen | |
| But I outlast cuz I outblast anybody you bring | |
| Young, you got it the prophet I told ya' ll niggaz | |
| Then I showed ya' ll niggaz, you Can' t Knock It | |
| Don' t get carried away, you a mute nigga mute nigga | |
| Where was you nigga? I was doin' this here like Mary J. | |
| Like Every Day, and was true nigga | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| They can' t question what we do Jigga. | |
| JayZ | |
| Once again it' s on, Young run through you niggaz | |
| Like a glitch in the computer nigga | |
| I' m the shit, I' m a sewer nigga | |
| This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| BSig' Fred Kruger niggaz | |
| Nightmare ??? nigga | |
| You scared cuz I grew with Jigga | |
| He said " Sig' you that nigga," couldn' t see his vision | |
| But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch | |
| Yeah Sig' stay honest I' ll deposit you a check | |
| There' s a secret society, all we ask is trust | |
| No G money shit all we gots is us | |
| True indeed, yes, more better, yes | |
| More cheddar, S. P. chain, jeans and sweaters | |
| Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera | |
| Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like tetris or | |
| Get off the block, run south with M. Betha | |
| From my block to your block, shout out to M Extra | |
| Who the want want what what | |
| None of you niggaz is BSig' word I' m done with you niggaz | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| Once again it' s on, it we ain' t through wit niggaz | |
| Twin towers here to ruin niggaz | |
| You couldn' t break up the towers with Tomjanovich | |
| or Osama bombin' shit | |
| We slay niggaz wit K' s, we the drama men | |
| Get it right young scrap don' t even try it boy boy | |
| You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board | |
| I' m a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire | |
| Run through hell with gasoline draws on | |
| You can' t mute me put the pause on | |
| My guns shoot like fastfoward' s on | |
| And dress cute when the war' s off | |
| What you doin' dawg, you playin' wit it | |
| You make your bed right you layin' in it | |
| You keep your ? share? tight you stayin' in it | |
| You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep | |
| I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep | |
| Rockabye mutha a. | |
| I hope you high mutha a. | |
| Ready to die mutha a. | |
| Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from State Prop' the | |
| Kids who squash beef and run them streets | |
| JayZ | |
| Once again it' s on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga | |
| Tell ya mama ? get ready to mourn sista, it' s a | |
| See what you got here' s a full blown twister | |
| You nothin' but hot air, it' s not fair | |
| The reason why we lead the pack, this is a marathon | |
| You start off fast then you weezin' in the back | |
| So even if I slack, I got enough leeway | |
| To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway | |
| And I' m back, without leavin' I' m here, but you can' t see him | |
| I gave you the Blueprint but you can' t be him | |
| So no matter what you been told or the records you sold | |
| Deep inside you know that it' s only one Hove | |
| Young Vito, voice of the young people | |
| If my life is a movie then Sigel be the sequel | |
| We bring it to your door with Bleek peekin' through your peek hole | |
| And don' t get scared nigga, alert ya people | |
| Beanie Sigel | |
| Once again it' s on |
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