Come On

Verse 1: 
where my niggaz at it's play it raw time baby 
load up the guns guerilla war time baby 
light up the blunts light up the block time dawg 
choppers with drums ozzee's and glock time dawg 
whoever he with they better stay cause they to nice 
and whoever and hit jump out the window and get it right 
then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out 
then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out 
bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville 
and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back 
jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap 
dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums 
hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma 
cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain 
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain 
tell em' 

Chorus: 
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga 
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! 
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga 
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! 

Verse 2: (B.G.) 
If drama come to me then it come 
for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum 
that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off 
the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off 
i got the tillery when beef kick 
i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start 
i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion 
i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real 
i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field 
so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled 
oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death 
you lose and can't continue if you get dome checked 
you get blues it's all what duck gonna be next 

come in that water and get wet 
think you can f**k with me, you thoughts will get upset 
i don't shot to hit i shot to kill 
believe me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for real 
Come on nigga! 

Chorus: 
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga 
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! 
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga 
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! 

Verse 3: 
Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one nigga 
my nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga 
i get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga 
i sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga 
A uptown stunter, what the hell you think 
ready for war, BUT I AIN"T NO CAPTAIN OF NO GOT DAMN TANK! 
and you can take that to vegillity boy 
i'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boy 
cause i be coming with the top down 
letting them know how the chop sound 
100 rounds tore the whole entire block down 
assault rifle with a drum and beam totter 
38 with a speed loader in my holster 
Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder 
but if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosure 
i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain 
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain 
tell em' 

Chorus x2 

You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! x2