If It's On It's On

[Intro: Ja Rule] Who this? Who we representing? Motherfucking Top Dawg, nigga (nigga!) 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 ass whippin' That I'm giving when I be getting tight and start flippin’ On you bitch ass niggas that like forming them cyphers It gets me hyper, on the real I'ma slice ya Light ya ass 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 Motherfuckers, ya’ll don't wanna touch what's hot What it ever be, the mic, the Glock, the drug spot Like a bitch, scared of life and taking chances And right now, you’re showing more ass then exotic dancers The answer is this, niggas don’t want to touch Ja live, stronger than a fucking coke rush See, on the streets, I’ll be killing niggas like cash got Shit in the smash, blunts leaks with hash [Verse 2: Infared] Now I’m on a planet called dark in these streets I spark 3-2 get your ass sticked, so fuck a part The enemy is in me, plus I take no prisoners Nigga 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 carmine 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 nigga say short paper But I let most get left with them hoes, I see them bitches later I’m in the motherfucking 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 bitches mouth I'm I-N-F-A-R-uh-E-D, I’m from the UPT Automatically, you can't fuck with me [Bridge: Ja Rule] 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 niggas 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 shit was planned while bagging grams, whip scrams I’ll be damned if a bitch infiltrate the fam Class cot, clique's tight like Fort Knox It’s war time, motherfucker, pull your heat out your ice box My crews clicking, black tots we pitching Catch an ass whipping, or a slug if you get to snitching You's a bitch and I can sense fear in your heart So I spark, 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 faggots forfeit, "You won Jay Just let a nigga live to see his son, someday" Shut up, no compassion, kept blasting Shit, you will never catch me slipping’ sipping Mo' It’ll be no revenge, I tie up all loose ends Strictly business, the worst witnesses is you and your dead friends I don’t just hit you with nouns, unlike these other rappers This shit 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 Nigga [Verse 5: Black Child] I’ve been living illegitimate since I could hold my dick Financially I’m fit, mentally I’m sick This rap shit might keep me from doing sticks And blowing up bricks on neighborhood strips I put holes in niggas' 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 niggas 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 fucked up city I get pissy and then get busy, you know who is he [Verse 6: Nemesis] Fuck that clown ass 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 ass can't win Fuck the rap level and take it to a Mac 10 Where the war begins and ends son I stand blasting, eradicating niggas in a violent-like fashion Your shit’s petty, like robbing banks in Manhattan While I’m power-moving cross-seas to the the Vatican Pass me the Reagan nephew,the over view injector Is the only wayto perfect a hallucinating toxic style Niggas watch it closely, now you think twice when you approach me The mischievous, smoking niggas' ass cracks like cannabis Rap is a bitch so I lust for my clique Stash of raw dope, uncut bomb shit Niggas catch fits, get fucked like chicks Real niggas bleed chocolate because they so saltless Bodying niggas, and say motherfuck the charges [Verse 7: DMX] A cruddy nigga, going up raw dog in dirty bitches And if I get burned, I’m giving that shit to 30 bitches You say you know a nigga 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 Niggas 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 nigga Something to do to a nigga, cause you's a fool nigga I know your type, you hype all up off that fake shit And can’t understand why a man would have to take shit Or steal shit, but this is that real shit, niggas kill shit, peel shit I hit you in your head, you won’t feel shit Err, Let the dogs loose on a nigga's ass Find out if the nigga’s faster than the trigger blast A fucking saint in the truest form Knowing damn well that what I do is wrong, but still I do it strong Niggas 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?!