It's On (Richie Rich)

Let's do this shit Motherfuckers want their pockets sway Motherfucker You couldn't even fuck with this 'Cause in a major motherfucking way It's on It's like nick nack paddy wack give a Dogg a bone I got a flow so sick it runs a temperature of 101 On a daily That's what keeps pay me And do I got three jobs I running this like Nicky D So drive true If I let you slide true Could you fuck with a nigger with a resume Rich will never play And any rapper can come this way So when I come bow down 100% I represent the east side of the Oaktown I drop a props, with a flossy flow But when he catch cha It will get hectic And I will respect it And I'm that nigga serving tit for tat Twamp for twamp into the valley of the deep swamp I leave no stones alone when I bust It's strictly mental And sale your dope into my window I kick your ass to the curve And when you get served I let you know east side what I swearve Now I coming up sheep Beat after beat Making nail of a 94 crew Motherfucker You couldn't even fuck with this 'Cause in a major motherfucking way It's on It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone Motherfucker You couldn't even fuck with this 'Cause in a major motherfucking way It's on It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone I'm from the Old School, yes indeed I sale my right arm, for some go good weed I went true a whole lot just to beat the tonic And I refuse to lose the minor My shit is real, plus some convince And that's fake, like that silicon contour I rather make, big bread and steak Then regulate without any bitches help But just like all you tower power Niggas want to test their cholesterol Nigga you are my nigga And you don't get a dawn better Niggas don't want to see me, but I'm that damn trigga For guess, besides I get busy Richer than bitches, but I really like your ball That's what they gonna say back home When I'll be gone But it will be ball Motherfucker You couldn't even fuck with this 'Cause in a major motherfucking way It's on It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone Motherfucker You couldn't even fuck with this 'Cause in a major motherfucking way It's on It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone Motherfucker You don't want to see me 'Cause in a major motherfucking way fool It's on It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone Microphone three, ballin like Jordan You punk, think you site a pain In fact I know you came True half of the shit you was claiming in the county suckers on your jock you claim you run the block Pollytaim busta you cracked in half Claimed you fooled a bank But I know your bank stank I lived around the corner I've seen you fully smoked Must I say some more You ain't a buck or four You sold your TV for a buck 'cause it was way to Leigh And when they send you up state, I heard you gain some weight So you're a baller Lined on a youngsters quip Got to think your sick To representing your click But you're a old school Thinking too much hype Yo, buy some Timmy on right, it got, *eeehhh* rally strike! If they know your identity You probably be a victim of a sticky You ain't got to lie to kick it Ain't no wagon Nigga 40 and his cousin Richard Jackson Motherfucker You couldn't even fuck with this 'Cause in a major motherfucking way It's on It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone Motherfucker You couldn't even fuck with this 'Cause in a major motherfucking way It's on It's like nick, nack, paddy, wack, give a dogg a bone Motherfucker Motherfucker 4-1-5-1-0-7-0-7, the area Biatch There's no place like the bay Where the naked hoochies play And no whole in the wall So, you can't see it all Biatch