Artist: Othorized F.A.M. Album: 1st Amendment Song: Bring it On Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Lounge Lo] Bring it on (hot in the cold, selling your soul) Bring it on (it's all about the riches and gold) Bring it on (and fuck all them bitches that told) And the snitches on the block who got my niggas in holes [Shawn Wigs] Longevity, ratchet filled with slugs and the pedigree Murder one, squeeze it off, and shoot an enemy See me in the Pearl J, thirty at the crab fest Baggin' a skama, tucked in my Avirex Index finger's like ice trays, bring it if you want Get caught in a haze of blunt smoke And ashes, push ya E-classes and Benz wagons Thug passion, head til she gagging Checkered red flag and I'm ready to rock Got slugs in the sock and doolas in the block [Lounge Lo] I got it by a long shot, it's two in the range, bringing the pain Pump-paow, jump crowds like Meth from Wu-Tang Muthafuckas wanna speak on they game, same shit Same click, who wanna speak on my name, screamin' in vein Twin guns, spit one, rip, one in the frame For the cat who tried to short us on 'caine, ride in ya lane Survival of the fittest, full throttle ya brain It's the automatic disorder from my dangerous slang Slant spit, hang with, Othorized/Tang shit Yo, it's thugs from Shaolin, plus bloods and crips But is you with me? I represent my city and my borough The niggas in the Hill, for real, we stay thorough And Mash it Out like M.O.P., what's my name, like Jigga Jay-Z, start wars from day three But it's Othorized, big suprise, the nice ones Black and white ones, who roll with nice guns [Chorus: Lounge Lo] Bring it on (hot in the cold, selling your soul) Bring it on (it's all about the riches and gold) Bring it on (and fuck all them bitches that told) And the snitches on the block who got my niggas in holes Bring it on (we gotta have cash and whips) Bring it on (in exactly, and big ass tips) Bring it on (fuck all them bitches that told) And the snitches on the block who got my niggas in holes [Crunch Lo] Ox is in the mouth, rathet out the belt, hot box felt Make ya skin melt, nigga, we bad for ya health Hazardous, cause I mastered this, loving the flip Deep like the Book of Lazazus, holding the grip In the cut, electrified like a bone of dust Stainless steel gats, don't rust, they just bust So whatever, if you think you really know the weather Sleep with the fish and your fam'll bloody leather Heartless manuevers, train niggas like I'm Lou Dooba I don't show you love, you ain't my doola Loser, everytime you test for mine Keep stepping up my game when you shit on my name Same Hussein, nothing but pounds, to gain to eat Sittin' like Size/7 and Street, running with heat In these dirty streets, dirty purty birds, clucking they beak Try'nna rock me, monkey wrench try'nna stop me Spaz like a stiff neck, in love with the big tech Dramatize bones, from sharms, clogging my net [Molly-Q] Bring it on, apron eights under each arm Running ammo, he on, homicide in each palm The family class, heat seeker in the dash Came rolling down the block, side talking all the trash Clash of the titans, Johnny Mack, stick and move The Rainbow Coalition got nothing to lose We got tattoos, gun wounds, baloon with refumes Tie you in your room up, in your living room The hood Frank Sinatra, Godfather, Don Dada Glad to save, collect harm and take kid, the Globetrotter We thug around the map, it's like that, the big mouth Pimp pole tree, take you down the wrong route [Chorus]