When It’s On(Explicit) - T-Rock

When Its On - T-Rock
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of yacht sippin', sippin'
D**e crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'
M J G ah, P I M P Ah
F**k a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet
Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it
I, pay my, dues and it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes and money in my sock
Sh*t, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good watchin' my anus
I'm a target splitter
The world's strongest man hardest hitter
Even though you hate, I still elevate regardless ni**a
Step to us boy, look what you done started
And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
Look, you niggaz play too much Mayne you need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater ni**a need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state
What kind of ni**a run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of ni**a that's gone end up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy
They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley
It's cold like ice and snow on a ni**a soul
For bricks or snow, niggaz will f**k you like a dirty hoe
Kick yo' door and put you and your babies on the floor
See you in public f**k who with you let the thang go
A ni**a tell you don't let business turn personal
F**k what they say cause for gram a ni**a hurtin' you
Niggaz out here hurtin' fool nothing is for free Mayne
F**kin' with the game that's how that sh*t be Mayne
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
I was torn this b**ch came from the streets I was born
P**sy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' sh*t wit' niggaz who talkin'
Them niggaz ain't talkin' no more closed coffin
Not often do you see a ni**a loyal as I
Like that boy from best eye ni**a ready to die
For my bread and them niggaz that considered me family
Hold it down Mayne I got you 'til we up there wit' granny
'Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through physical
Deeper into my spiritual I'm so f**kin' lyrical
MJG the realest the truth the definition
Just call me the competition, I'm still stomping and pimpin'
I'm still working with Diddy, still f**k wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the streets is all good
My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to God, I don't use it
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh*t and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on