E-40 - It's On, On Sight Lyrics
(*screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, sirens and screaming*)Yeah (3x)[e-40]They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my assIts comin from the pen, they say I owe em cashDwellin off the past and they need it fastBut what they failize is Ill be quick to blastDie hard cold blooded killer all about my workDressed up like a female in a mini-skirtSpecialize in doin dirt - shootin niggaz in the shirtPut the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, oohCutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of swiss malt liquor brewskyTalkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theaterSittin on top of the hood of my cutlassSmokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigaretteClove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +ganesh+ beadieWhat the *****? w heres the peace treaty?Full of my wheaties, yes indeedy, m-16s dont shoot no beebeesProgrammed to amputate anything that gets off in my wayThen I put them same size left over bullets up in my a.k.I cant wait til we bump headsChorus:It on, on sight day and night no matter what Im dumpinIm tryin to see you niggas bout somethin (2x)Im heated, them niggas cheated - 3x (in background)We had a meetin, shit posed to been squashed (3x)Shit was posed to been squashed[e-40]Ive got a hunch; meet me at the olive garden spot lets do lunchFool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for lumpsSons of *****es must think we some chumpsTime to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps[c-bo]Nigga ***** stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clipsOut of magnums packin when we blast em we all out for the chipsFool, 40-water never slip, saw the niggaz quick and then dippedBefore we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them niggaz shit toSide-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big blockAll out non stop riders until our casket dropWe smashin, blastin on any, while I remember manyDash and blastin double two-threes, ***** the enemiesChorus[e-40]One of my big dudes up out hpa shot me a kite todayHe up in pelican bay three strikerDoin 25 with a l cause he wont tell on one of hisHigh-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaperWith the shit stacked on the side of his waistBlood splattered all on the windshield wiperSomebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his viperLoose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniperHyperventilated started havin seizuresNo feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers[c-bo]We stand tall, like manute bol with bigger balls than rupaulStrapped with 4-4s down to execute all yallDont want to see us niggas on a mission150 round drum 45 slugs bittenNo remorse hit by the hardcore fo shoLeave him stuck in his front seat70 rounds through his front windowAint no *****in with gsFill em up to they neck from they kneesLeave em dyin in the street as we escape on they goldeezeChorus
