On & On & On (feat. Big Boi, Witchdoctor & Goodie Mob)

{scratching}

"The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"

"The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"

"The beat-beat" "Goes!" - "The beat" "Goes!"

"The beat" "Goes!" - "And the beat" "Goes!"

Well it's the dip monk (?) execute parachute

(?) this Gipp man, lovin that orange brother

Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy

Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy

Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative

In ya (?) seat-painted we could settle it

DF the Family, below they still sellin it

Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella

Black crow nest don't buck back

Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his dick

Another comin for the excaliber hit

That shit, who the next gon' dip with this?

[Hook] - 2X

And the beat goes

On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

"And the beat" "Goes!"

In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin over

Country clubs and boroughs

You'll try to censor it and stop it

But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto

They tellin lies to my fellow Americans

Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros

The Dungeon Family steady jammin as the beat goes

Uno familia in the Dirty, ain't no equal

My name is B-I-G and I keep me two or three hoes

White Gutz, white wall tires, and white paint

With so much love why do we need hate?

Cuz everybody plate ain't full, we got some empty plates

Gotta grind till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like

[Hook] - 2X

Even when a G be bustin, ice-cold crushin

Ladies be touchin, and the club be rushin

For the stage, bitches see a second page in this chapter

T-Mo bustin bullets cuz I'm more than just a rapper

Slash actor - and producer on the news sir

Pitbull breeder, strong house leader

The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper

DF each a rider, like a wood driver

With 'em on the court I'm hittin jumpers outside-a

Southwest rider, deep like a diver, rich like Pryor

Ain't no higher!

[Hook] - 2X

Witchdoctor come wit it!

I'm your words from your heart beat skip

Hit me, I'm workin off my hip

And I keep a box of extra clips

Cuz haterism is a trip

And I come out the blue like a Crip

And believe me asses'll get whipped

Georgia's biggest mess

My new born gon' drink milk from his momma's breast

Feel the Southern stress

It was the music that took you

Put you in a pot and cooked you

If this was Vietnam I'd gook you...

[Hook] - 2X

It's so gritty

Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider

Southwest alumini dwellin in Decatur

Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato

I can't stand a perpetrator tellin you didn't know yo' poppa

Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada

We comin up like escalators

And if you say you the best then we ten times greater!

Candy-ass emcees melt away like Now-and-Laters!

Erase yo' data! With this **** chaser!

And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser!

[Hook] - 2X

{scratching to fade}