It's On
DJ MUGGS Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this
Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like
Listen, listen, look..
The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!
China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you strip
then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, I'll trip on your ass
[Chorus: Xzibit]
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way I used to move crack
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
[Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm totin a nine
in my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight
[Chorus]
[King Tee]
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
Sadaam and Castro, terror to the last blow
I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow
It's relative, and all positively negative
It's like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
while I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring life
A fascinatin flow by King Trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?
Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay that tax
Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!
[Chorus 2X]
These lyrics from DJ Muggs's song "It's On" feature Xzibit and King Tee, and they paint a vivid picture of their defiant and hardcore personas.
In the first verse, Xzibit presents himself as the "most wanted man in America," someone capable of assassinating someone's character effortlessly. He compares pressing his buttons to pressing one's luck, implying that crossing him will lead to dire consequences. He references drugs like "China-white" to demonstrate his powerful and explosive nature. Xzibit suggests that if provoked, he would resort to violence, making his adversary strip naked and walk down the street as an act of humiliation. This verse portrays Xzibit as a dangerous and fearless figure, someone who should not be taken lightly.
The chorus emphasizes Xzibit's unrelenting demeanor and his refusal to be stopped. He asserts that they are not the people you think you know, implying that their true nature is much more intense and uncompromising. He highlights that it's not about the money but about the principles they stand for. Xzibit compares his ability to move units in the music industry to his previous involvement in drug trafficking, showcasing his relentless drive and success even in different avenues.
In the second verse, Xzibit continues to assert his toughness and preparedness for any situation. He describes carrying a gun frequently, emphasizing his readiness for violence. He implies that he writes negative and heated lyrics, indicating his aggressive and confrontational approach to his music. The reference to the black trenchcoat and Columbine alludes to the infamous school shooting, further emphasizing his dark and intimidating demeanor.
The final verse is delivered by King Tee, who adds another layer to the aggressive and defiant theme of the song. He describes himself and his associates as being in a powerful position, comparable to historical figures like Saddam Hussein and Fidel Castro. He highlights the abundance of money and firearms, presenting himself as a force to be reckoned with. King Tee expresses frustration with the people around him, including his troublesome baby mama, snitches, and drug-dealing family members. He emphasizes his volatile and unpredictable nature by referencing his mind constantly flipping. He derides those who claim to be thugs but back down when confronted (letting the "heat spark"). The verse ends with a menacing threat, indicating that King Tee expects obedience and respect.
Overall, these lyrics depict a world of assertive and aggressive individuals who are willing to take drastic measures to protect their reputations and stand their ground. The song conveys a sense of defiance and a commitment to living by their own rules, regardless of societal expectations or legal consequences.
Line by Line Meaning
The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
I am highly sought after and I destroy your reputation completely
Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!
I can humiliate you effortlessly
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck
Provoking me is as risky as testing your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
I possess a potent and unadulterated power
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
I cause destruction on a massive scale, like in the case of Kuwait
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
Make your move and face the consequences
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you strip
I will forcefully strip you of your dignity using my powerful weapon
then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
After stripping you, I will shamelessly parade you around naked, displaying my gangster nature
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
To add the finishing touch, I will demand that you dance as I shoot at your feet as a threat
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep
You are weak, and I have discovered that you speak about sensitive matters while you sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
Since you are a coward, you returned to seek more money
Baseball both of your legs, I'll trip on your ass
I will use a baseball bat to injure both of your legs, causing you to stumble and fall
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
You cannot hinder my progress because you are inadequate
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
We are not the individuals you believe us to be
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
It is not about the money, it is about the moral values, so either accept or reject it
Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
We are consistently tough and you should have no doubt about it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
We are dressed in intimidating black attire with bulletproof vests that make others retreat
Move units the same way I used to move crack
We sell our music just as successfully as I used to sell drugs
Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm totin a nine
Most of the time, I carry a firearm
in my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I conceal it either in my waistband or close to my back
I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
I compose lyrics that contain criticism and firepower
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
My recent appearance was in a black jacket, reminiscent of the attire worn by the perpetrators of the Columbine High School massacre
Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
Observe the strategy I employ to make it difficult to locate what is left of you
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
I am not hesitant to engage in a gunfight, as long as you step out of bounds
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
Although many individuals possess firearms, they lack the skill to accurately aim
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight
I constantly stay vigilant, sleeping in a hidden and enclosed space, avoiding exposure to daylight
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
We occupy a position of power, possessing both weapons and a steady flow of money
Sadaam and Castro, terror to the last blow
Like Saddam Hussein and Fidel Castro, we instill fear until the very end
I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow
I make a lot of money, while most individuals are unproductive and slow
It's relative, and all positively negative
It is subjective, and everything is both positive and negative
It's like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
For instance, an individual showing off his gun, thinking it makes him attractive
while I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
Meanwhile, I am constantly anxious, making money illegally and having the urge to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring life
I metaphorically kill the essence of a person and bring a different form of vitality
A fascinatin flow by King Trife, listen
Listen closely to the captivating flow of King Trife
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
I am in a difficult situation, constantly dealing with complaints from my child's mother
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin
People are secretly informing on others and changing allegiances
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen
Furthermore, my cousin is illegally producing drugs in my own kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?
So why do you think my mind is constantly in turmoil?
Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Additionally, most individuals in this area are cowardly and lack courage
Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
They identify as gangsters, yet they become scared when guns are fired
You mark, cross me and pay that tax
You should be prepared to face severe consequences if you interfere with me
Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!
I will physically assault you and forcefully take your gun, you bastard!
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