Petey Pablo O It's On Lyrics
            Intro [Petey Pablo & Young Buck]
        
            P.B. Cuz..
            Y.B. Whassup n____?
            P.B. If a m____fucka would have told me years ago
            that the game today would be so f___ed up..
            Y.B. Common holla at cha boi
            P.B. That these m____fuckin n____s be runnin around here actin mo b____y-     fied
            Y.B. b____ n____s..
            P.B. (?)
            Y.B. I see these n____s man
            P.B. hehe.. Lord this s___ crazy then a m____fucka, but u know what,
            tonight we gon handle that s___, we gon bring this to ya spot yao
            Y.B. Ey yo speak on that s___!
        
            Verse 1 [Petey Pablo]
        
            95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
            with Victoria Secret panties crammin that a__ hole
            throwin the crooked finger d___ ridin the west coast
            Them some real soldiers
            y'all son of b____es, fonies
            I called it like i called it
            think im wrong, step forward
            and get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket
            she in to tough talkin now that 50 got on
            quit fantisizing bout that man life, and live yo own
            you aint neva be hard, yo mammy t__ty fed you too long
            probaly still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
            tonite were gettin closure, im pointin out folks
            pullin n____z cards, exposin what ya hold
            im sorry if it feels you dont know me no more
            just had some s___ on my mind,in my chest i had to get off
            you cant judge a m____fuckin book by its cover
            but i can spot a b____ a mile away
            pardon me brotha
        
            Chorus
        
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all (Here I go!) the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, (Get em Buck!!) Give em some, m____fucka
        
            verse 2 [Young Buck]
        
            These n____z catchin feelings
            they aint men they women
            and he gay cuz he wit em and he trying to defend em
            So i say we should expose these hoes
            i think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows
            O its on now (on now) Yeah I can c__mon down
            i got a desert eagle wit a silencer
            i swear it make no sound
            a 4.5 caliber with some bullets that so round
            50 took a look at it and told me to slow down
            Petey you need me n____ just holla and i got ya
            throw on some Frank Sinatra and order me some pasta
            they f___in with some mobstas
            see we can get it done, and i bet you at his funeral
            nobody gon come
            i ain't here to be beefin wit no n____ to get a name
            if you p____e and show yo panties, im pullin out my thang
            got a habit of smackin f__gots with semi-automatics
            you n____s in trouble
            Buck and Petey back at it its on n____
        
            Chorus
        
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, get ya some, m____fucka
        
            Bridge:
            Bend that b____ right there wit all ya might
            if he say, anything in here tonight, u dont like!
            Bend that b____ right there wit all ya might
            if he say, anything in here tonight, u dont like!
        
            Verse 3 [Petey Pablo]
        
            if you jump off in the club its a jump off in the club
            she can tow up just get toed up like i give a good f___
            all the champagne i don bought b____ I done paid for this chair
            that im fittin to take and break across this sombitch
            head
            look at bonecrusher very first verse he don read (10 ton!)
            thats on everything i love to drop dead (b____ I aint never scared!)
            f___in round get a main artery cut in half
            blood gushin out the side of ur neck bleedin to death
            needin a paramedic to reconnect n piecen you back together
            i don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man
            its gettin crucial out here n you takin this s___ for granted
            p____ punk, panty wearin mascara f__got
            blowpop suckin a__,juicy fruity crooked man
            molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy
            backstabbin m_________in crabs in a barell
            i cant stand em, but i bet i can handle em
        
            Chorus
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, get ya some, m____fucka
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, c__mon, bring all the b____es
            o its on, get at me, b____ Im gon slap the s___
            whachu want, Drag, get ya some, m____fucka
        
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