Bring it On Juicy J (Ft. Lyrical Dope)

[Chorus: Lyrical Dope & Juicy J]
Bring it on, nigga, bring it on, nigga
Bring it on, nigga, bring it on, nigga
Bring it on, nigga, bring it on, nigga
Bring it on, nigga, bring it on, nigga

[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.E.N. 
A pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
I'm down with the Juice Mane, and MC Lynch, my nigga
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 niggas, frontin' like they everything
I chill with the Homicide, you know that nigga'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 niggas, then you wanna talk noise, knowin' damn well, that you ain't nothin' but a bitch boy
Real niggas 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
Niggas talk behind your back, claimin' that they pullin' triggers
All I have to say, If you're real, bring it on, nigga