I Go Off

I'll give you something to talk about Come 'round me fronting, I'll air you out I go off I don't shoot shit up, dog, I gun it I don't shoot shit up, dog, I gun it down I don't shoot shit up, dog, I gun it down I don't shoot shit up, dog, I gun it down Walk up on niggas and run 'em down Pull a stock out the K, throw a hundred rounds Won't stop 'til your box lowered underground Put you in a urn, your bones'll burn The rap gorilla, the wack rap ringtone killer I'm here, to find a nigga equally realer is rare You can meet me in the square if you dare to come near I have no morals, just a whole lot of piss and a dick for you Bullets in the clip for you This the ignorance, at least it looks that way when you witness it Kill all witnesses Bury the hatchet, matter of fact, bury the casket Kill niggas, bury the ratchet, dig it back up if I have to I used to bump niggas and punch niggas out for the practice This shit starter, this shit finisher I don't know what's harder, when they Release you or when they sentence you The realness, back like I promised Ready to dig in a nigga's shit like a colonic I don't know who's them again, from last time, remember them They can't believe we back up in the club We get to sipping on that Henny and my bitch'll get the semi And you fuck with me, I'm gon' let it off I go off, off in this bitch like it's legal A nigga moving 'round with the eagle I go off, you say you get it and we don't believe you This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel I go off Big pop of the prop on deck Versace, LV's on the specs My Gucc' loaf slide up the ground when I step Beat it, the kid ain't mine, I contest I suggest you aim above neck The vest cover the chest, the palm cover the heck Lin-Kat, I don't rock with the cops Horse with the stick in the hand of the jock Everyday gear that I wear on the block Can you picture me rolling? Can you see me 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 Khan A trip to the mall turn a duck to a dime You can catch me on my shit, stuck to a grind On a mission, trying to turn a buck out a dime In the kitchen, trying to turn a fuck out a nine Nigga, listen, I earned every buck that was mine I ain't never cry over fucking dimes Don't make me go off I don't know who's them again, from last time, remember them They can't believe we back up in the club We get to sipping on that Henny and my bitch'll get the semi And you fuck with me, I'm gon' let it off I go off, off in this bitch like it's legal A nigga moving 'round with the eagle I go off, you say you get it and 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 12 o'clock I know a papi get it in, 12 a block But his price too low, so I'm scared to cop The guns'll blow, and I ain't scared to box I know niggas upstate doing life in the box I know niggas upstate doing 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 Or get you some shoes, probably look nice in a box Flow smooth, light on my feet like Heavy D Money earning all day, but I ain't from Mount V Just threw a bale on the scale of the tree Thou' and 'em, making two hundred every P Without rap, I could double on a D Shit, make it snow in a blizzard like G's You don't know a near-nutter like Sig You don't really wanna see me in the street Don't make me go off I don't know who's them again, from last time, remember them They can't believe we back up in the club We get to sipping on that Henny and my bitch'll get the semi And you fuck with me, I'm gon' let it off I go off, off in this bitch like it's legal A nigga moving 'round with the eagle I go off, you say you get it and 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 'round me fronting, I'll air you out I go off