It's On
Messy Marv Feat Keak Da Sneak Lyrics
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Aight, what's really? You hit my lifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep
Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeah, uhh... on my pager!
What you say? Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga!
Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay
Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay!
Sneak, and Forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been
all prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say
I last! Cause you six months
But I say, she pullin a gang of major stunts
Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin the do
Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two
In the area! Dirt and dust
Where the yah! B.A. Plus
But ain't yo sista Suga-T? (Suga-T)
Ain't you the one that say Sprinkle Me (Sprinkle Me)
I loves me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin your collar
I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny
If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone
You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home
My people goin off like a high school build'
And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell
M-uh-mobbin like a playa, but I'm still a G doe
Pager goin off like C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said word
I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it,
ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it,
ring my telephone, ring my telephone
I be so rebel-yalous
When I'm talkin on my phone-telyalous
You can have my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game
She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag
Cause erytime I hit you, you don't hit me back
Why is dat? Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs
Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus
due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone
And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong
Now you're talkin, let's get the show on the road
I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park
at the top of hill, so I can check your oil
I said ah one to the two ah two to two three
Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me
I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she call
She says she wanna do me, and all of y'all
But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile
I'm sellin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase
laced with game, see I'm livin in the hustlers dream
Call up a player if it's major
Specially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it,
ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it,
ring my telephone, ring my telephone
Rang it, baby gimme a call
My name you're screamin, how I be hittin them walls
You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers
With a kiss I make em all say this, yeah that's raw
I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks
with a blast headin straight for the nut, big A&H
got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up
Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's all that fo'
Got my Williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo'
What's happenin with all that old bullshit
is it really all that damn serious
You're draining the hell out of my battery
got your partner thinkin curious
Cause in the Y-E-A A-R-E-A the game ain't constipated
Buckin around in the Golden State where the game originated
Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious
Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it,
ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it,
ring my telephone, ring my telephone
The song "It's On" by Messy Marv featuring Keak Da Sneak is a rough, street-style rap anthem that discusses the betrayal of a former partner without any holds barred. The song opens with the hook, in which Messy Marv calls out his former partner for being wrong and taking advantage of him while he was at home. He threatens to put his hands on her when he returns, and he suggests that he will be taking back anything that he bought for her.
In the first verse, Messy Marv accuses his partner of being out of pocket and running off with his money. He asserts his power over her and demands that she respect him. He threatens her with violence when he returns to the "hood," and he tells her to stop lying and crying. In the second verse, Messy Marv continues to rebuke his partner, accusing her of going out to the club while he was locked up and hanging out with other men. He expresses his disgust at her actions and asserts his dominance over her. Finally, in the last verse, Messy Marv threatens his partner with violence again and tells her that she better not expect any help from him. He asserts his control over the situation and tells her to get her stuff out of his place.
Line by Line Meaning
You know you wrong
You are aware of the fact that what you did was incorrect
Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home
I provided for you while I was present
You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back
It's not acceptable to treat a loyal person that way, I will take action once I return
And I mean that bitch
I am serious about what I said
Anything I own I'm taking all that shit
I am taking back everything that belongs to me
Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will
How does it make you feel to know that someone else can do what you refuse to do?
(To whom it may concern)
This message is meant for anyone who needs to hear it
Ho you outta pocket
You are acting inappropriately
My release date bitch, I'm running in ya pockets
Once I am released from jail, I am going to take everything you have
Who you talking to
Who do you think you're addressing that way?
You don't make bitch, bitch I make you
You wouldn't be anything without me
Yeah I'm taking all that
I am taking everything that belongs to me
Them Apple Bottom jeans bitch and that Baby Phat
I'm taking possession of those specific items
You know I ain't broke
Don't think I can't afford to take what's mine
Without no money bitch you gon be a joke
You won't be able to survive without my support
Ho is you tripping
Why are you behaving unreasonably?
A nigga locked up and you disrespecting pimping
You are dishonoring the person who is committed to being a pimp and is currently incarcerated
Hell nah it ain't good
This situation is not acceptable
Bitch I'm beating you ass when I get back to the hood
I am going to physically harm you
Ho stop lying
Stop being dishonest
I don't wana hear that bullshit bitch stop crying
I don't want to hear your excuses, stop crying
I know you know better
You are fully aware that your behavior is unacceptable
Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter
Take everything that belongs to you and leave my territory
Bitch you ain't right
You are not behaving correctly
I know ya trifling ass was at the club last night
I am aware that you were out at the club misbehaving last night
Now how that look
What does that reflect about you?
Bitch when you ain't put no money on the kid books
You didn't support me while I was incarcerated
I'll be out in a few days
I will be released soon
And I'm snatching out them lil ass micro braids
I will take those small braids out of your hair
You up and down (?)
You are involved with another man
How you my bitch in the next nigga caprice
How can you be in another man's car when you are mine?
Hell nah I ain't hating
I'm not jealous
This ain't nothing but a earned vacation
My time in jail was just an earned break
You know what it is
You know how things stand between us
Call ya baby daddy bitch them ain't my kids
Contact the father of your child, they are not mine
And park my 'Lac
Park my Cadillac for me
Bitch don't ever do no shit like that
Don't ever behave that way again
Don't ask me for nothing
Don't request anything from me
When I get out I'm fucking ya lil thick ass buzzin
When I'm released, I will have sex with you
I'm Iceberg Slim
I am very slick with women
Don't tell that to me, bitch tell that to him
Don't tell me that, tell that to the other person involved
My money too long
I have a lot of money
And bitch tell metro you need a new phone
Tell the phone company you need a new phone
I bought you Dolce & Gabbana
I bought you designer clothing
Bitch you eating White Castle no mo Benny Honda
You won't be eating at White Castle, but at a less expensive restaurant
And you bet not key up the candy
And you better not touch my car
I'm a beat the brakes off you bitch you understand me
I will violently harm you
And you bet not key up the candy
And you better not touch my car
I'm a beat the brakes off you ho you understand me
I'm going to cause you serious harm
And you bet not key up the candy
And you better not damage my car
I'm a beat the brakes off you trick you understand
I am going to physically harm you
I kno you know better
You are fully aware of what you should and should not do
Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter
Take everything that belongs to you and leave my territory
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ANTHONY DOUGLAS GILMOUR, CHARLES WILLIAMS, EARL T STEVENS, ROBERT LEE JR GREEN, RODNEY WALKER
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