It's On

Welcome muth* fkaz, to Murda Fo Free, I be Saint Sinna.

Ha-Ha-Haaaa. Tha Klepto, Bio Killaz, 2-Double-0-To Tha-3

Ima set the record straight, I dont try and be black
This is me muth* fka, this is how I really act
In fact I react with a full blown attack
Beatin up your dad over a cigarette pack
A Thug in the country b*tch, dont ask questions
Spittin all the wrong lessons in these rap sessions
Cuz yeah ima dawg, thoroughbred rot wilier
Your woman wants to fk me that makes her the ped*philer
I got more gang ties than tha muth* fkin Godfather
You wanna start s**t b*tch? Dont even bother
Just stay home it makes it a lot more easier
Cuz my glock is my baby gurl, I love squeeziner
We rap for fun and we kill to get paid
Takin you greasy muth* fkaz out like cascade

Gangsta, Gangsta, Tellem that its on
We da Killaz On The Run so grab a muth* fkin gun (Repeated)
Now Im straight thuggin, straight mean muggin
You best tell ya muth* fkin homeboy to stop buggin
Cuz Ill pistol whip his muth* fkin b*tch face chin
Stomp in his guts a little, then I do it again
Cuz fk you, hit you wit a one two
Ya as* is on the news cuz tha cops dunno where I stuck you
nigg* you done did it, who you think you kiddin?
Dontcha worry about ya family Saint Sinnaz babysittin
Honky got p*ssed so I took care of ya
Prematurely bury ya, In the cemetaria
Check tha name suckaz, Bio Killaz fo real
We live up to tha killa part of tha muth* fkin deal
We not Bone Thugz, but we thugs to tha bone
Once we start threatenin with chrome, nigg*, Its On

Gangsta, Gangsta, Tellem that its on
We da Killaz On The Run so grab a muth* fkin gun (Repeated)

So we back once again, this time we makin noise
And Its On like a fat b*tch on a ride at Cedar Point
We muth* fkin known as the Bio Killaz
(Tha what?) Killaz, Killaz, Killaz
Thats right muh fkaz remember tha name
Cuz its our time to gain fame in tha rap game
Lyrics to ya brain, Im rammin it, and cramming it
And slammin it, God dammin it
Legally psycho for failing anger management
Thats why, before any muth* fkaz every heard of ya
Ill murder ya, Yeah thats right lemme repeat it, Ill murder ya
I dont give a fk about nuthin, tick tockin like a bomb
And about to blow up in your face cuz its on

Saint Sinno, Saint Sizzle, Saint Sinna
Takin out you weak all before dinna
Im a digital thug, and you girls all 8-Tracks
I stick in ya mind like tha duck from Aflac
A baseball bat upside ya muth* fkin head
You best step back before I do it again
muth* fkaz spreadin' words that they know that ain't right
I guess a night ain't a night unless it starts with a fight
alright, that's tight, I'll fight til' dawn
But tommorow's anotha day so best believe that It's On