On Sight

Big EBE shit nigga
You know how the fuck I'm rocking man
AOV till the day I decease fuck niggas talking bout
Mr. Get beat with the what, Mr. Get beat with the what what, Mr. Get beat with the what

Ok it's on sight, you don't wanna hear that from Mr. Get Beat with the Mic
Hop out the car made him run out his shoes, beat on his body we did em like Ike
Face shot, no ian talking bout skype, he really stuck in the air like a kite
Chiefing the blunt my shit whackin it's white
I got my blick ian come here to fight
Gun on my hip and I pray it don't jam
Heard what happened it had me like damn
Ain't ya homie I don't got no friends
Just family and EBE till the end
Die enemies we done took out all the kin
Brodie flock you ima flock at ya mans
When the beam hit his chest heard he yelled and he ran
With the deuce I go ku make a fuck nigga dance
I spot em, I got em, bro hop em, he dropped em
Nother opp dead brodie pouring up vodka
Thought you knew that I be with the shottas
Big 908 in my hood I'm the dada
Meech gotta chill boy you hotter than lava
One false move and you seeing the doctor
They tryna kick it but ion play soccer
I told lil baby to speed it up, speed it up
Whenever she go down and eat it up
She gotta swallow it don't do the spitting up
But if you do go back down there and lick it up
Beat it up, green when I shoot when the meter up
Shells in the street tell my ooters to clean it up
Still in my prime I got time for to live it up
Hit up my people no time for the meeting up
Beat got me sturdy I swear I don't dance
Sev in the clip I throw bullets like Lance
Blunt got me stuck in a mf trance
Ima keep shooting until I see hands
Up in the air, niggas pissing they pants
I told my brothers to stick to the plan
Heard the hit went thru so we out to Japan
Before we go gotta stop at the land
Niggas get on my nerves they be forcing my hand
You ain't get back I feel bad for ya mans
Came from the mud got this shit out the sand
I be putting in pain for them locked in the can
Big S on my chest got me feeling like Cam
I'm tryna beat it she tighter than clams
Had lost a few pounds I was stuck in the jam
And I had to do shit that you won't understand
Go on Youtube I see me on the TV
Be ya self why you wishing to be me
12 wanna talk ain't see nothing like Stevie
And i'm 1 of 1 ain't no way you could breed me
Pop out that dark with the choppa like 3D
Run down gang how the fuck did you beat me
Niggas be ducking you ain't even see me
Don't lemme catch you and end up like DD

On gang, don't lemme catch you and end up like DD
On gang and it's still free DD, forever smoke we ain't signing no treaties
Gla, gla gla, gla gla gla
GO GET BACK BITCH