It's On (feat. Bone Crusher & Cotton Mouf) - Dirty

[Bone] Nah nah nah nahhh

[E-40] The giant mayne

[Bone] Nah na-na nah nahhh

[E-40] E-40

[Bone] Ah-ha, nah nah nah nahh

[E-40] Bone Crusher

It's On (Dirty) [Bone] Thug niggaz b

[E-40] Cotton Mouf

[Bone] Actin like they tough and thangs y'know

[Bone] And I chuckle at 'em

[Bone] I don't think they wanna fight me!

[Bone] They don't wanna have no tussle situations

[Bone] Hahahaha, this is fightin music

[Bone] And let's do this like this!

It's on, *************! Nah nah nah nahh (ha)

Nah na-na nah nahhh (ha? HA!)

Nah nah nah nahh (HA!!)

Nah na-na nah nahhh - ************* SAY WHAT?

Who want it? Let the, beating begin

Hubba Bubba mother****ers where will the trickery en

I'M A FAT BOY! Master self within

Punishment is handed out, from the anvil's bend

This ain't for play niggaz so, hoe-ass niggaz pra

that I don't see yo' ass on judgment day

Before God get'cha I'ma cleave ya and butch' ya

Oh you scared now *************, do you need a tissue?

YOU ****ING ****

We hard on the boulevard

m*******a prescriptions, fake ID's and c******s club cards

We some hitters, y'all some snitches

Pillow-talkin and sellin wolf tickets

Runnin off at the mouth, hidin up in the house

Scared like a mouse I presume, young ty*************

Hidin up under the sink, runnin from the streetsweeper boom

Plead the fifth is what I sip as I drink, and sip 'gnac

Hard top Cadillac, fo'-door tank

You tryin to get brownie points

Him feelin himself, him off incredibles

But now check this though

Potnah ain't gon' crack an egg in a potato salad vegetables

Somebody call my attorney

cause he gon' be leavin up outta here on a gurney

Takin my kindness for all kind of weakness

gotta let him know I ain't phony

I'm into, feudin ty*************in and bossin, flossin and sippin

Tryin to holla at a broad but her boyfriend over there trippin

Cause she done, broke up with his ass cause he lazy and good for nothin

I'm a hustlin-ass street nigga that's really about somethin - BEOTCH

Hoe it's on mother****er quit bumpin your gum

All that low-rate talk, need to check your funds

'Fore you make a sammich potnah need to toast your buns

Hell I want the whole loaf while you're fightin for crumbs

Real niggaz to the flo', hoe-ass niggaz hit the do

By the time I hit the scene I'm lookin for the good smoke

Boy I'm lookin for that nigga that got the hot throa

Hell I'm from G.A. nigga, better act like you kno

[Chorus] - this time without "It's on, *************" either repeat