Go In, Go Off - Remy Ma

I mean what yall want me to do?

Yall want me to go off?

Or do yall want me to go in?

I got a Ace and a 9

And I’m still like hit me

She don’t write her rhymes, he fed her lines like Britney

I don’t need a shooter, I’m the shooter

Come get me

Got a 9 mm resting on my right kidney

This for everybody that was claiming that they miss me

My footwear crispy, flyer than a frisbee

Keep a Papermade and some college rule with me

But can still come off the head, like a 59/50

Get that heroin from Houston, so I call it Whitney

It makes the pheens scream, so I call the pheens Sidney

Shoot at cha' crib, and I don’t mean where ya live see

I mean the crib where ya motherfucking kids sleep

You a square like that ugly ass Benz jeep

I’m more hood than the Ku Klux Klanche

I’ma sit on the throne, since hoes can’t stand me

Ain’t leaving till they call to outs me 7 Grammy’s

Can’t nobody tell me, I don’t does this

I need some Hammer pants, cuz can’t no bitch touch this

Caught yall red handed, all yall bitches is busted

My flow sick, yours is disgusting

My mic sounds nice, I just had to dust it

The rap game twisted, I’m here to adjust it

I know yall flustered, Yall panties is bunching

Yall know Remy wrap hoes for breakfast, dinner, lunch

But, if yall play nice with me in the sandbox

I’ll let yall pussies breathe

No need for Tampons

But if you wanna bleed ma welcome to JamRock

I just did six years, bitch I’m nice with a can top

All yall hoes coochi none of yall won’t pop

Why yall was in Gucci, she was in gun shops

Get accidentally shot, she keep her gun cocked

She got so many sons bitch she need sunblock

Sunglasses, and UV protection

She come so hard, they should call it erection

Yeah, that girl dope this a lethal injection

She fucking with the kids they all getting molested

They say Rem is the best

These other bitches is cool

But, Rem ain’t eat em up these other bitches is food

Just speak your price, she’ll easily finish her

Shes so nice, she spit like Chris and em'

Chris «KRS-One», Christopher «Big Pun»

Yes, Sheezus Christ, she’ll just Christian em

Bitches so thirsty, need for me to quenching em

They all washed up, so really she just rinsing em

Out in Beverly Hills, She be Fresh Prince’n em

Hoes don’t exist to her, She don’t even mention em

Bitches can’t play with her, they coach is straight benching em

Tell them hoes hang it up, The girl is straight lynching her

They say I’m Project pretty, ghetto, high, siddity

And every hood chick wannabe like Remy

They say I walk and I talk like New York City

Ok, motherfucker so what’s really?

These bitches ain’t doing nothing, I gets busy

Cheap deck a ho can get smacked silly

But on the contrary, I packs the mack Milli

And believe when my gun pop, it’s gone be a head shot

They locked me up, yeah they gave Rem a pen

But they fucked up when they gave Rem a pen

No studio, so I was holding them

But as soon as I got out

I started going fucking in bitch!