I Go Off - Beanie Sigel

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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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!!!