It's on You

On you, smile on my face, behind my back they talk trash

On you, mad and stuff because they don't have cash

On you, when I roll I stroll, cool, always pack a tool

On you, just in case a brother acts a fool

It's death before dishonor, strap the vest down tight

When you bring the drama

Now raise up off mine and taste it in the raw

Before snipers on the floor galore in my hardware store

Nightmares of thirsty crooks

**** actin' all fishy working at the books

Painting pictures of poverty, causing armed robbery

And if provoked every last one gets smoked

No doubt, for real it's like a wildlife

Where thugs forever pull caps and always keep a knife

'Cause on the strip warfare's inevitable, hot steel's incredible

And if surprised, the revolution won't be televised

When I supply and demand

As I build my currency to expand

Call it progress, when I bless my territory all respect due

But can **** keep it real? It's on you

It's on you, baby

On you, smile on my face, behind my back they talk trash

On you, mad and stuff because they don't have cash

On you, when I roll I stroll, cool, always pack a tool

On you, just in case a brother acts a fool

Step into the dragon's lair where CL's the don and Pete's the creator

Now praise the most high and represent the best

'Cause the number one killer of black men is stress

The armed and dangerous, the bulletproof

Couldn't stop the homicide of another youth

Penetrating your body parts with hollow point shells, you fraud

'Cause vengeance is mine said the Lord, indeed

My own click now turns greedy

Out of twelve of my soldiers one will deceive me

With salt in the game, shame the family and push

My black ass straight into a terrifying ambush

The whole empire's at stake

Mastering the streets, devil the mental won't break and turn snake

For Pete's sake you gotta be true to the crew

So if **** want to set it, it's on you

So set it off

On you, smile on my face, behind my back they talk trash

On you, mad and stuff because they don't have cash

On you, when I roll I stroll, cool, always pack a tool

On you, just in case a brother acts a fool

Capture the beast within me

Beware when it's moving deep in New York City

The diabolical gangster chronicle mod scenes in all directions

The type of connection to get your wig split

Submit the wanted signs posted

Chicken spots for major knocks, you get toasted

To the head piece, I release firepower only I'm controlling

We put in work and got the right brothers rolling

When hell kicks off we lick off

Keeping mine hard like stone from the red zone to each his own

Smile in my face, behind my back you talk trash

Hope my pockets hit empty and my Lexus crash

But not in your wildest dreams

Hear my name in all the scandals and all the schemes, I rest in Queens

The Vernonville's my capital so memorize the cut

Then give you two more seconds to get off these nuts, it's on you

On you, smile on my face, behind my back they talk trash

On you, mad and stuff because they don't have cash

On you, when I roll I stroll, cool, always pack a tool

On you, just in case a brother acts a fool

On you, smile on my face, behind my back they talk trash

On you, mad and stuff because they don't have cash

On you, when I roll I stroll, cool, always pack a tool

On you, just in case a brother acts a fool

Oh yeah, it's on you

I do it, baby

Ha, ha-ha, ha

Ha, ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha, ha

It's on you

It's on you, baby

Ha-ha-ha, it's on you

If you're in the house

Just get on the mic and show 'em what it's all about

It's all the wicked check one, two

'Cause I rips a microphone and pass it to my crew

I don't drink no brew, I smoke 'nough ****, I don't have no riffs

So check me as I shoot the gift

Rip rhymes, freestyle rhymes

Off the top of the dome every time

I'm glad this shit is going on tape

So I can escape into the beat and make 'nough paps

Word to God, kicking 'nough freestyle rhymes