50 Cent - I Go Off lyrics

[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** off dog I gun it down Walk up on n***as 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 k**er I'm here, to find a n***a 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 k** at witnesses Bury the hatchet, matter of fact bury the casket k** n***as bury the ratchet Pick it back up if I have to, I used to bump n***as And pump n***as out for the practice The sh** starter, the sh** 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***a sh** 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**h will get the semi And you f** with me I'm gon' let it off I go off! Off in this b**h like it's legal A n***a 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 d**hs when I drop ya I feel for you like Chaka Khan I'm the don Make n***as talk through the wire like Kan A trip to the morgue turn a duck to a dime You can catch me on my sh**, stuck to a grind On a mission, tryna turn a buck outta dime Or in the kitchen, tryna turn a f** outta nine n***a listen, I earned every buck that was mine I ain't never cry over a f**in dime don't make me go off [Hook] [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***as upstate doin life in the box I know n***as 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**t, 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] [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 ni**a!!!! NOW YOU A PASS THE GREY POUPON ASS ni**a!!! YOU DON'T WAN'T THE SHOOTERS!!!! I'LL TAKE 'EM!!! ni**a YOU FEED THE WOLVES AND THE WOLVES FEED OFF YOU!!! EAT YOU ASS ALIVE! I LIVE BY CONRAD'S CREED, STRATEGY! YOUR MOVE ni**a!!!!