Pete Rock - Go Off lyrics

This thing build from the ground up Around hounds and pups it sounds tough salute to the founders Grew up underground with the shooters and scoundrels Don't a**ume what confuse us with the losers around you (Stay in tuned with the movers) Got the news of them clowns too (A little birdie told me how he think that he found you) I'm deuce like to let me loose in the booth with the pound too Crush a dog out a squad call the mob to surround you Chuck Tee's with a beast got sweatshirts Black Republic chain, millionaire net worth (Fifty cal with some white Hennessy I'm the O-N-E) Y'all are Mini Mes plus, you know my style's undeniable (Bullets untraceable) Respect unbuyable So, k** yourself if you curse my name Before you face the mob and the Beard Gang (I'm goin' off) Like a grenade, with a bullpen (I'm goin' off) Like a Lifer, that's fresh in (I'm goin' off) Like a mob flick, you see the credits (I'm goin' off) Like a hungry fat b**h yeah I said it (I'm goin' off) Like a n***a built off revenge (G-G-G-Go off I go off Spoonie Gee) (I'm goin' off) Like a shots from a cannon (G-G-G--G-Go off I go off Spoonie Gee) (Come on) Black rocks (What) In my black watch (What) I'm in all black (I'm on my black ops) My hammer back like the roof is Burn your top like a steak out of Ruth's (Yeah, you k**a k**a be a k**a 'Cause ain't nobody f**in' with me and my n***as) Yeah, so f** your life with a dirty dick Diarrhea on all y'all n***as, 'cause we the sh** Man, your rap's calculated hood cats are mild grenade And we don't hang with no fakers we hang around greatness The foundation (Smif-N-Wessun) trey pound wakers (As-Salaam Alaikum) Go hard God he's just turkey bacon The flow covered I roll with the Soul Brother Plus the ack got the budget to make the career slow up (This team's situated) Beamer or nickel plated Since we enter stages they sick we made it, we invaded (I'm goin off) Like a grenade, with a bullpen (I'm goin off) Like a Lifer, that's fresh in (I'm goin off) Like a mob flick, you see the credits (I'm goin off) Like a hungry fat b**h yeah I said it (I'm goin off) Like a n***a built off revenge (G-G-G-Go off I go off Spoonie Gee) (I'm goin off) Like a shots from a cannon (G-G-G-G-Go off I go off Spoonie Gee) W-W-W-With Smif-N-Wessun Got the remedy C-C-Check this out son U-Uh Ah yeah, OK we ready to rock Tell 'em w-who we are, Masta Ace T-This is Smif-N-Wessun, not Cocoa B's Tek Go-Go-Go off-G-G-Go off-Go off Spoonie Gee G-G-G-Go off-Go off Spoonie Gee G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Go off-Go off Spoonie Gee