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letra de it's on - young cellski

[verse 1]
the 9 millimeter rained shots up from the block
them n-ggas who was mugging ended up getting shot
these n-ggas always gas and throwing on their mean mug
you f-ck around with this young loc, you might catch three slugs
(?) i had to wet ya
how you gon’ let a n-gga gas you, before he blast you?
because you was a punk, you wasn’t down for the funk
that’s why marks like you don’t get no love
one love to all my n-ggas up in the pen
one love to my n-ggas on the set, gone of hen’
one time for that ass, two times when i blast
and when i put the 9 millimeter to your head, give me all your cash
i come from cali, the home of the golden state
coming out of frisco, the city of earthquakes
and we known for shaking and breaking n-ggas down
n-ggas up in that town walk around with their mug on mean, straight frown
n-ggas don’t give a f-ck, i never did as a kid
and maybe that’s the reason my lifestyle ended up like this
a (?) k!lla in a world with too much game
and my folks all they say it’s my mama to blame
but n0body can say sh-t to me
unless you got some dank, or some drank, or some md2020
because 2took was the name that was given to me
cause everyday i was gone off that dank and hennesy
[hook]
it’s on, the motherf-cking funk is on
so you n-ggas stay strapped with your motherf-cking chrome
cause it’s on, the motherf-cking funk is on
so you n-ggas stay strapped with your motherf-cking chrome
cause it’s on, the motherf-cking funk is on
so you n-ggas stay strapped with your motherf-cking chrome
cause it’s on, the motherf-cking funk is on
so you n-ggas stay strapped with your motherf-cking chrome

[verse 2]
i’m going fetty, gold thangs on everything
and every car that i had, it was known to sw-ng
high speed chases through the cuts and backstreets
playing with the popes cause i know they can’t catch me
hit a few corners, now i’m back in the high speed
cause the sfpd black and white is right behind me
threw my sh-t in low, push the pedal to the floor
i gotta get up out of here cause i got a sack of dope
this is the situation: i’m facing violation of probation
i gotta get up out of here cause more comes from the station
and now it’s on, on like a lightswitch
gotta skitty-skurrt up out of here on this little trick
hit a right down the l doing about 80 by the park
seen h-lla black and white chasing me with the narc
once i’m through the dolph, i’m bouncing out to my spot
i gots to lay low-key cause i make the turf hot
got on the phone, report my car stolen
so the next day a young n-gga can be rolling
it’s just an everyday thang in the sucka-free
if you get caught slipping, you gots to pay the penalty
the enemies always trying to get me
if it ain’t these n-ggas tryna smoke me it’s the police f-cking with me
and i wish they would leave me alone
but if they don’t, motherf-ckers, it’s gon’ be on!

- young cellski

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