[Chorus: Lyrical Dope & Juicy J]
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a

[Verse 1: Lyrical Dope]
.38 slug fits nice and snug in the bullet chamber
Cocked the gun, pulled the trigger, now your lifes in danger
Cross me once, cross me twice, I bet you won't do it again
I'm doggin' all these bitches, don't fuck with the R.A.N. 
A pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
I'm down with the Juice Mane, and MC Lynch, my n***a
I'm dissin' all you bitches with that ego thinkin' you better
I'm down for killin' all you hoes, and makin' your bed with my shovel
You hang with a group of n***as, frontin' like they everything
I chill with the Homicide, you know that n***a's insane
Who won't hesitate to put your ass in a ziplock
Tick, tock, around the clock, Skinny got a 4-5 Glock
Try to test 'em, learn a lesson, Smith & Wesson your teacher
Wanna dare 'em, better scare 'em, 'cause he's packin' a millimeter
Rizzolled at your service, Lyrical Dope is my stage name
Raps the occupation, 1-8-7 is my favorite game

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
Mess around and get your little funky ass pistol whipped
Or get blasted from the shells of my metal
And have you shakin' hands with the motherfuckin' Devil
You get around a group of n***as, then you wanna talk noise
Knowin' damn well that you ain't nothin' but a bitch-boy
Real n***as dont play games with other folks kids
Just make money, pimp hoes, even split wigs
So if you really wanna step in the battle zone
Bring your tone, and let your nuts hang, or you'll be here and gone
N***as talk behind your back, claimin' that they pullin' triggers
All I have to say; If you're real, bring it on, n***a
[Chorus: Lyrical Dope & Juicy J]
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a

[Verse 3: Lyrical Dope]
Heres my definition of a real n***a
The type of n***a that you dont wanna fuck with 'cause you ain't got no nuts, bitch
The type of n***a, that dont fuck around
Never afraid to peel a cap, pull a gauge, blow your ass down
Simple and plain, let me explain the procedure:
Smoke a sack, drink a Yak, these n***as talkin' behind my back
Just like a bitch, now you know that I ain't barrin' that shit
Grab the nine, clean the barrel, then I just load the clip
My beepers beepin', so I'm takin' care of my business
Droppin' off a quarter pound, fuckin' up my kidneys
Drinkin' on the Alizé, high as a motherfucker
Headed to the club, I'm finna down another sucker
Standin' with his posse, lookin' mean as a killer
But, on the for realer, I dont give a fuck
So, bring it on, n***a
[Interlude: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Yeah
For all you bizzitches all on a nizzigga dizzick
Damn, fizzool, take a lizzick, trizzick

[Chorus: Lyrical Dope & Juicy J]
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a
Bring it on, n***a, bring it on, n***a