On & On Lyrics

On & On Lyrics

Beware

Haha

You're now listening to the sounds

Of Misdemeanor

Turn everything up

All levels

All my fuckin' levels

Turn that shit the fuck up

What?

What?

What?

Is that a two-track?

Missy be the name and y'all should already know

I been around as long as Scarface sold coke

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo, she ya

Let me grab the microphone and I'ma take it away

Every time I spit, I blow one or two speakers

Top model diva but my name not Eva

Yeah, I bring fever, rockin' classic Adidas

I'm straight off the heater rippin' needles off the meter

Here I go, flip my flow

Back it up then I drop it low

It's a must 'cause I'm dangerous

I'll be a hassle on the busta, call me angel dust

I talk shit di—, didn't stutter, stutter

2005 MC's in trouble

You run for cover, hide under your covers

'Cause you gon' need more protection than a magnum rubber

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Ah, ah, you get

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Ah, ah, you get

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Missy finna spit shit simply raw

Misdemeanor always make MC's feel small

Stick you on the table with a plastic cup

Say grace, then eat ya ass up

Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies

Not my competition, you skip or play hookie

Ain't nobody here that can tear the track up

And naw, I ain't done rappin', so shut the hell up

Keep it simple every time I flow

If you step to me, I shall throw blows

Raise up like I's break nose

I ain't about talkin', I'll lay 'em down slow

And for sure y'all know

Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck hit 'em low

Ice cold heart like zero below

If you wanna battle me then playa say so

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Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah, you get

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Let me tell you what I'm all about

About spittin' hot rhymes on out

Yeah, Pharrell did the beat, oh yes

And the way he put it down, he make it sound so (Fresh)

I be the best, don't second guess

When it comes to other rappers, boy get flexed

When I say I'm tight as wife beaters

Missy 'bout to teach you how to follow the leader

Hit the club in a blue two-seater

Lookin' like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter

Get out with my high heel cuffs

Twistin' my ass 'cause I know what guys want

Lickin' my lips like I'm takin' him home

Teasin' and teasin', I'm fakin' the funk

Shakin' my nookie like I wanna bone

Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone

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Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah, you get

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Ah, ah, on

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

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