Songtexte It's On - Caliber

I'm burnin' rubber comin' through (Your block, block)
Ain't nothin' messin' with my view (To the top, top)
Try to find me but I score (And one)
Got the heat locked and loaded (And one)
I'm burnin' rubber comin' through (Your block, block)
Ain't nothin' messin' with my view (To the top, top)
Try to find me but I score (And one)
Got the heat locked and loaded (And one)

When it comes to Caliber, if you're down, well, let's roll
All you fake little talk is beginnin' to turn old
All you fake little bustas actin' hard like you're bold
We won't stop 'til we're sure all your bodies turnin' cold
When it comes to papers, all my partners on the ball
Our slogan in this life, dog, hey, we want it all
We aim high and then we shootin' for it
Like when you're in a G-ride and one time flashes
Dog, you're gonna blow it
No question, thought you're gonna mash, dash, get the cash
In a life or death situation, gonna blast
You run fast, but the bullet or the rhyme will catch up
Won't stop, 'cause I know my money's gonna stack up
Step up when you think you're ready
In the midst of firestorm, we're known to keep it steady
That's poison, so kill all your noise and go tell all your boys
Get the fuck off our spot 'fore we seek and destroy

I'm burnin' rubber comin' through (Your block, block)
Ain't nothin' messin' with my view (To the top, top)
Try to find me but I score (And one)
Got the heat locked and loaded (And one)
I'm burnin' rubber comin' through (Your block, block)
Ain't nothin' messin' with my view (To the top, top)
Try to find me but I score (And one)
Got the heat locked and loaded (And one)

Drama is somethin' that I don't need
Any weak link, then I'll take the lead
Roll up the weed, increase the speed
No time for bullshit, I got seeds to feed
I'll make you bleed, am I serious? Yes, indeed
I'm saved, but I'm not like old boys from Greed
Like a prisoner that's just been freed
Ready with no hidden lines to read
I tell it like it is like Nivelle
You'll get choked the fuck up like I'm L. Spruill
Hall store with a ghetto twist
L.A. where a fight's go beyond the fist
Ready or not, 'cause here I come
You could call me Del-Phonic 'til my life is done
Didn't I blow your mind this time?
Bet you didn't think Mexicans could rhyme

I'm burnin' rubber comin' through (Your block, block)
Ain't nothin' messin' with my view (To the top, top)
Try to find me but I score (And one)
Got the heat locked and loaded (And one)
I'm burnin' rubber comin' through (Your block, block)
Ain't nothin' messin' with my view (To the top, top)
Try to find me but I score (And one)
Got the heat locked and loaded (And one)

Yeah, come on, man
Caliber, And1, comin' out your fuckin' trunk
It's on, baby, all we see is the top, man
And none of y'all bustas can stop that
(Ain't nothin' messin' with my view) Nah
L.A., baby (Got the heat locked and loaded)