Act On It

[Midget Verse 1]

Back streets, back roads

I'm safe, you try crack codes

I'm on my path, let's call it cash road

I make 'em kick the bucket, to the last toe

Cocaine cowboy, the money wit' the lasso

Two make times two, with collabo

I'm higher than the mountains, in Colorado

I'm on my feet like tough act and tinactin

I'm runnin' this, y'all should try tacklin'

Try tackle a taranchula

I could tackle a?

I flow like an avalanche

I'm the bomb, collateral damage

Act on it; throw your cash on it

Time out, then right back on it

I make a point, like tacks on it

Keep my seat warm like I sat on it

I beat the beat up, bat on it

Raise the stacks, the stakes, but don't bet on it

Lower your bets, raised expectations

[Midget Hook x2]

Act on it; throw your cash on it

I'm fly, she air strip; I'm a land on it

Life's a beach, throw some sand on it

I make a point like tacks on it

[Midget Verse 2]

I rap like tinfoil, flow like Pennzoil

Wal-Mart club theme song, less is more

I fly I don't need floors

I walk through walls, I don't use doors

I'm behind 16 bars and I want 2 more

The bi—h OD's, Op

My pocket got green, they obese

Die the wrong life, and end wit' no piece

Piece out, but I aint gone yet

But I am hot like the sonnet

Blend in like an iguana

Trend like a spotter

You know it aint trickin' if you got it

But I got it, I'm on it

Wait hold up, forgot to act on it

[Midget Hook x2]

Act on it; throw your cash on it

I'm fly, she air strip; I'm a land on it

Life's a beach, throw some sand on it

I make a point like tacks on it

[Midget Verse 3]

12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Lift off, watch the clock

The wrist watch, Os spigot posh

To the next click a the wrist watch

Twelve seconds left 'til detonate

Six albums so I dedicate

I'm fly I don't walk I just levitate

Five rings; I got 'em all platinum

I got a QB, let's sack 'em

Question bi—h, is all you do is flack 'em

Life gone by twice, still no three men and mice

They must be dead or alive

I know we all tired

Tired a the hoop and holla

I'm about to switch this girl to starter

And she can fly around the world, f—k charter

She get first class, the finest wine

I spit bullets, make her bite the nine

And watch the chair decline

See me in my moment; be there to feel the pride

Be there to see the dread

And this a wrap, now put these sheets to bed

[Midget Hook x2]

Act on it; throw your cash on it

I'm fly, she air strip; I'm a land on it

Life's a beach, throw some sand on it

I make a point like tacks on it