I Go Off
50 Cent, Beanie Sigel
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I'll give you something to talk about Come around me fronting I'll air you out I go off I don't shoot shit off dog I gun it down Walk up on niggas and run 'em down Pull a stock out that K Throw a hundred rounds Won't stop 'til your box lowered underground Put you in the urn, your bones will burn The rap guerilla the wack rap ringtone killer I'm here To find a nigga equally realer it's rare You can meet me in the square If you dare to come near I have no morals, just a whole lotta piss And a dick for you Bullets and a clip for you This the ignorance at least it looks that way When you witness it kill at witnesses Bury the hatchet Matter of fact bury the casket Kill niggas bury the ratchet Pick it back up if I have to I used to bump niggas And pump niggas out for the practice The shit starter, the shit finisher I don't know what's harder When they release ya or when they sentence ya The realness, back like I promised Ready to dig a nigga shit like a colonic I go off I know it's them again from Last time remember them They can't believe we back up in the club Because you sippin on that Henny and My bitch will get the semi And you f*ck with me I'm gon' let it off I go off! Off in this bitch like it's legal A nigga move around with the Eagle I go off! We say you get It if we don't believe you This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off Big Pop, of the prop on deck Versace or LV's on the specks My Gucc Los light up the ground when I step Look beat it, the kid ain't mine I contest I suggest, you aim above neck The vest cover the chest the Pine cover the Heck- Ler and Koch, I don't rock for the cops Horse with the stick in the hands of the jock Everyday gear that I wear on the block Can you picture me rolling? (Can you see clear like Pac?) Who shot ya!? Who want beef with Big Poppa Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya I feel for you like Chaka Khan I'm the don Make niggas talk through the wire like Kan A trip to the morgue turn a duck to a dime You can catch me on my shit, stuck to a grind On a mission, tryna turn a buck outta dime Or in the kitchen Tryna turn a f*ck outta nine nigga listen I earned every buck that was mine I ain't never cry over a fuckin Dime don't make me go off I know it's them again from Last time remember them They can't believe we back up in the club Because you sippin on that Henny and My bitch will get the semi And you f*ck with me I'm gon' let it off I go off! Off in this bitch like it's legal A nigga move around with the Eagle I go off! We say you get It if we don't believe you This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off First gear pop the clutch Second gear throw it up Third gear I'm on stuck Fourth gear I'm at Twelve O'Clock I know I probably get it in, twelve a block But it's price to low some I'm scared to cop Guns a blow, and I ain't scared to pop I know niggas upstate doin life in the box I know niggas upstate doin Life with they pops It's the bully whether you like it or not The chain cool but you don't Look right in a watch so give it up smooth Yeah or the rifle'll pop We'll get you some shoes Probably look nice in the box Flow smooth, light on my feet like Heav D Money Earnin all day but I ain't from Mount V Just threw a bell on the scale of the tree I don't know make 'em two hundred every pea Without rap I could double on a D Shitt, make it snow in a blizzard like Jeez You don't know a noone 'nother like Sige You don't really wanna see me in the Streets don't make me go off I know it's them again from Last time remember them They can't believe we back up in the club Because you sippin on that Henny and My bitch will get the semi And you f*ck with me I'm gon' let it off I go off! Off in this bitch like it's legal A nigga move around with the Eagle I go off! We say you get It if we don't believe you This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off I'll give you something to talk about I go off Come around me fronting I'll air you out I go off Yeah! you changed man!! You let the money change you jay! You used to be, from marcy nigga! Now you a pass the grey poupon ass nigga! You don't wan't the shooters! i'll take 'em! Nigga you feed the wolves and The wolves feed off you! Eat you ass alive! i live by conrad's creed Strategy! Your move nigga!
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Written by: Breyan Stanley Isaac, Christopher Scott Featherstone, Jacques Webster, Justin Daniel Featherstone, Matthew Featherstone, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Shane Lindstrom, Symere Woods, William Featherstone
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