E-40 - It's On, On Sight (feat. C-Bo) Lyrics
Featuring C Bo] (Screeching tires gunshots broken glass sirens and screaming) Yeah (3x) They want problems Soon they want me waxed contracts on my ass It's coming from the pen they say I owe 'em cash Well enough to pass and they need it fast But what they failize (fail to realize) is I'll be quick to blast Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work Dressed up like a female in a mini skirt Specialize in doin' dirt shootin' niggas in the shirt Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh Cutlass, guzzlin' down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky talkin' to a cutie standin' outside the movie theater sittin' on top of the hood of my Cutlass Smokin' on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette Clove found the affiliated cashes dick lickin' gainish beadie What the *****? Where's the peace treaty? Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy M-16's don't shoot no beebees Programmed to amputate anything that gets up in my way Then I put them same size left over bullets up in my A.K. I can't wait 'till we bump heads Chorus: It on, on sight day and night no matter what I'm dumpin' I'm tryin to see you niggas 'bout somethin'(2x) (I'm heated, them niggas cheated) We had a meetin', shit (sup)posed to been squashed(3x) Shit was (sup)posed to been squashed I've got a hunch Meet me at the Olive Garden spot lets do lunch Foolin' em tried to pass the bucket set us up for locks Sons of *****es must think we some chumps Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps C-Bo: Nigga ***** stressin' pull it We kickin' the door with full clips Out of Magnums packin' when we blast 'em we all out for the chips 4-40 water never slip Saw the niggas quick and then dip Before we spark the pipe bombs and blow the niggas shit to side Raise up off they block poppin' gizzun in a big fight All out non stop riders until our casket drop We smashin' blastin' on any while I remember my many Dash and blastin' double 23's, ***** the enemies Chorus: One of my fake dudes up out HPA shot me a kite today He up in Pelican Bay three striker Through 25 to L 'cause he goin' to tell on one of his high ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper With a ? sack on the side of his waist blood splattered all on the windshield wiper Somebody tried to take his face caught him up in his Viper Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper ? ? ? started havin' seizures No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers C-Bo: We stand tall like Minute Bol With bigger balls than Ru-Paul Strap with 4-4's down to execute all y'all Don't want to see us niggas on a mission 150 round drum 45 slugs bitten No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho' Leave him stuck in his front seat 70 rounds through his front window Ain't no *****in' with G's Fill 'em up to they neck from they knees Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze Chorus
