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Vince Ash - On N On Lyrics

[Verse]
From the womb to the tomb, so it's safe to assume
You wanna test and see what's next? You'll see your loved ones soon
The east side of the tracks, 219 where it's at
You wanna ask about Ash, who put the region on the map
Live my life as a G 'til they place me in a plot
Only true question is, is you down for me or not?
Pray my foes get exposed that lay closest to my heart
And every shot up out this barrel hit my target when it spark
None other than the babyface, black flag, nickel plate
Nine to your spine, realize we ain't come to play
Blue or black flaggin' it, beans in the cabinet
Bleach for the dishes, ain't no fuckin' with my kitchen
Made cakes outta crumbs, I'm my mama youngest son
Still a boss amongst bosses, you can't tell me I ain't the one
Who they checkin' on, they lookin for and who they tryna be
Been that way before, the folk bangin' L, screaming over east
Solidified, I figure I'm reaping all the benefits sowed
Piece it together, you wasn't cut from this mold
Deuce bigger, countin' figures, it just tear you apart
It's in your eyes and in your tone, could see the bitch in your heart

[Chorus]
So if it's on then it's on, we ready and willing
Vinyl gloves and ski masks, ain't gotta ask what the mission
Need everything up out them pockets 'cause it's never enough
Niggas know me, on my homie, ain't gotta say too much
So if it's on then it's on, we ready and willing
Vinyl gloves and ski masks, ain't gotta ask what the mission
Need everything up out them pockets 'cause it's never enough
Niggas know me, on my homie, ain't gotta say too much
[Skit]
Starting route to 1022 Moss Street
You end up fuckin' that bitch aunt sister?
Tsk, man, I fuck the bitch sister, the bitch's auntie, TT
All that shit, you know I'm flaugin'
Vince, what you been on, though, bro?
Shit, what's good, G? I can't even call it
Ha, shit, just came by to check on you bro
Shit, I heard you had the whole SWAT team lookin' for your ass last night
Motherfuckers said you had, like, three state troopers, a helicopter, niggas with gas masks and shit
Bitches hittin' my line, "Free Ash, oh my God, free him"
"Free him"
So what happened, bro?