DJ Premier - Off Rip lyrics

[Hook: Big Shug] Off r-i-i-i-p, y-e-e-e-ah Go, go, go, go Off r-i-i-i-p, y-e-e-e-ah Go, go, go, go Off r-i-i-i-p, y-e-e-e-ah Go, go, go, go [Verse 1: Big Shug] Ya better pay up when we hitting ya door Or your only other option is kissing the floor It's Big Shug, Term' and Singapore Money getters, L blowers, clapping the fours It's mayhem ma**acre, Murderpan mangler It's so damn real that the Preme beat strangle ya It's about time real came back around Your silly circus sh** with a game full of clowns We still puffing perfect, splitting dutch with chocolate Pay attention now, hip hop apocalypse We hear ya slick talkers wanna boss flipping lips Any real time, GangStarr, Full Clip Got down on my knees, gave the sky a kiss Got some words from the Guru that I'll never forget He said, "Sorry Shug for that Solar sh** Make 'Em Pay up now. Get it off rip." [Hook] [Verse 2: Termanology] Off the rip I'll rip off ya head Let the gun tongue kiss you with lead Tears shed, bodies missing and dead Then I'll piss on ya bed Throw a brick at your head The infa-red is never impotent Pop up with the steel make the gun get intimate Choppers in the church parking lot cause we ignorant Coppers we avoid 'em, they k**ing people that's innocent Give me an AK and a pig, we getting into it Kla-kla-kla bang bang boom Ready to give my life address it at your wife's address To put a target on the dress They say you wanna k** a man's pride, go and k** his b**h I'll say, "k** his mama and make his father go dig a ditch" You rappers ain't sick like me Roll up to the club strapped with a 100 spics like me I just drank a whole bottle of Jose to the dome straight And this Rosay, I probably won't be getting home straight [Hook] [Verse 3: Singapore Kane] Off rip I'm like the smoothest dude rolling with the rudest crew Bring your cutie through and we'll twist her like Rubix Cube Make her twist my doobie too cause youse a [?] You always scared like Shaggy and Scooby Doo I'm hostile, thoughts wild cause I ain't a lost child But I got style closet tonight: stockpile Super high and fly, life is the alibi Limit is the sky, Livin' Proof like Malachi Slap a body slammer guy or let the hammers fly You hear that sound? Better duck like Anaheim Skirt wearing bozos but nah you ain't h*mo It's just for the promo They matching with they Polos But y'all know my steez, wave grease and some Wallabys My eyes bloodshot red because I swallow trees Off rip I ripped off cause of my melanin But bad to the skeleton when you're soft like gelatin [Hook] [Scratching] "Count the mics that I rip"