Chorus MC's it's on you DJ's it's on you And the man's making beats for their crews it's on you It's on you [Verse 2: Eno Red Rum] For those who boost
drug dealers, and thugs For the junkies got no love It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's done Hand on
s it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich You a snitch
since we started We cold hearted Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force Empty out my clip Time to mash They asked for it Me Makaveli I
lead.. (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win.. (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) It's a crazy
money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You seen the ice, you know it's top notch And when it comes to dice, I'm
tribe's the cash dump Known as a musician, imitator act up Nobody's kid brother, that means I'm up for this task And I set out from the beginning, to kick on
fast, get away; it's all she wrote! It's a heartbreaking habit, when you gotta have it You grab it! - Stare at an album, so good at it! Certified hood
opposites attract If that's a fact, it'll take task force to get ya back C'mon [Hook:] Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the
Air's on me (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm try'nna hold
sock White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6-Ooh
leave me,bitch you better get you a passport Believe me hoe we carry straps like the task force Its easy practice like you takin a crash course/you down to yo final hour you
friend My boy had me set up,this wound would never mend No matter who you trust,you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning But it's pain
too real It's not profanity,it's just the man and me He doesn't want you to see what I see Doesn't want you to be what you can be Word,censorship of reality
s hunting at night. Perhaps you should stay inside? He's hunting at night [The creator's biggest pride - Comments] [A most funny song to work on. It
smoke Pull off the last of it, it dropped on the floor I stepped on it and put a twist in it You cats better be listenin' It's all about in the wrong
bury niggas deep in the canvas, body bandage, like some mummies You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me It's the longest waited, the most
