I Go Off lyrics

by

Beanie Sigel


[Intro: 50 Cent]
I'll give you something to talk about
Come around me fronting I'll air you out, I go off

[Verse 1]
I don't shoot sh*t off dog I gun it down
Walk up on n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 p*ss
And a di*k 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 n*ggas bury the ratchet
Pick it back up if I have to, I used to bump n*ggas
And pump n*ggas out for the practice
The sh*t starter, the sh*t 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 n*gga sh*t like a colonic, I go off
[Hook: 50 Cent]
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 b*tch will get the semi
And you f*ck with me I'm gon' let it off
I go off! Off in this b*tch like it's legal
A n*gga 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

[Verse 2]
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 n*ggas talk through the wire like Kan
A trip to the morgue turn a duck to a dime
You can catch me on my sh*t, stuck to a grind
On a mission, tryna turn a buck outta dime
Or in the kitchen, tryna turn a f*ck outta nine
n*gga listen, I earned every buck that was mine
I ain't never cry over a f*ckin dime don't make me go off
[Hook: 50 Cent]
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 b*tch will get the semi
And you f*ck with me I'm gon' let it off
I go off! Off in this b*tch like it's legal
A n*gga 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

[Verse 3]
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 n*ggas upstate doin life in the box
I know n*ggas 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
sh*tt, 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
[Hook: 50 Cent]
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 b*tch will get the semi
And you f*ck with me I'm gon' let it off
I go off! Off in this b*tch like it's legal
A n*gga 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

[Outro: 50 Cent]
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 n*ggA!!!!
NOW YOU A PASS THE GREY POUPON ASS n*ggA!!!
YOU DON'T WAN'T THE SHOOTERS!!!! I'LL TAKE 'EM!!!
n*ggA YOU FEED THE WOLVES AND THE WOLVES FEED OFF YOU!!!
EAT YOU ASS ALIVE! I LIVE BY CONRAD'S CREED, STRATEGY!
YOUR MOVE n*ggA!!!!
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