On & On Lyrics

Beware, you're now listening to the sounds

Of Mis-demeanor

Turn everything up, all levels

All my fucking levels

Turn that shit the fuck up

Huh? What? What?

Is that a two-track?

Missy be the name and y'all should already know

Been around long, Scarface sold coke

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya

Let me grab the microphone and I'm gone 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 rocking classic adidas

I'm straight off the heater ripping 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

2005 MC's in trouble

You run for cover hide under your covers

Cause you gone need more protection than a magnum rubber

Ah, ah, on

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Ah, ah, on and it's

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Ah, ah, on and it's

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Ah, ah, on and it's

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Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah, on and it's

Missy finna spit shit simply raw

Misdemeanor always make MCs 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 rapping 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 talking I'll lay 'em down slow

And for sure y'all know

Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck low

Ice cold heart like zero below

If you wanna battle me then playa say so

Ah, ah, on

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Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah, on and it's

Let me tell you what I'm all about

About spitting 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 bout it 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

Looking like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter

Get out with my high hill cuffs

Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want

Licking my lips like I'm taking him home

Teasing and teasing I'm faking the funk

Shaking my titties like I wanna bone

Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone

Ah, ah, on

Ah, ah, on

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah, on and it's