Songtext zu 'I Go Off (ft. 50 Cent)' von Beanie Sigel

[50 cent]
I'll give you something to talk about,
come round me frontin' I'll air you out,
I go off,

[Beanie Sigel]
I don't shoot sh-t up dawg, i gun it down,
walk up on n-ggas and run em down,
pull a stock out the K throw a hundred rounds,
wont stop till your box lowered underground,
put you in an earn, your bones will burn,
the rap gorilla, the whack rap ringtone killer,
yeah, define a n-gga equally realer, it's rare,
you can meet me in the square if you dare to come near,
I have no morals,
it's a whole lot of piss and a d-ck for you,
bullets and a clip for you,
this the ignorance,
at least it looks that way when you witness it,
kill all witnesses, bury the hatchet,
matter of fact bury the casket,
kill n-ggas bury the ratchet,
pick ya back up if I have to,
I used to bump n-ggas, I punch n-ggas out for the practice,
the sh-t starter, sh-t finisher,
I don't know whats harder when they release ya or when they sentence ya,
the realness, back like I promise,
ready to dig a n-gga sh-t like a colonic,
I go off,

[50 Cent - Chorus]
I dont understand em (?)
from last time I remember them
they can't believe we back up in the club,
we get to sippin on the henny
and my b-tches get to send me,
and if you f-ck with me I'm gonna let it off,
I go off,
Off in this b-tch like its legal,
a n-gga move around with the eagle,
i go off,
say you get it in we don't believe you,
this is 50 cent and Beanie Sigel,
I go off,

[Beanie Sigel]
Big pop, off the prop on deck, yes,
versace, LV's on the specs,
my Gucc low slide on the ground when I step
beat it the kid aint mine I contest,
i suggest you aim above neck,
the vest cover the chest
the palm cover the ...,
.. I don't rock with the cops
horse with the stick in the hand of the jockey,
everyday gear that I wear on the block
can you picture me rollin,
can you see me 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 Shaka Khan I'm the Don,
make n-ggas talk through the wire like Kan,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
a trip to the mall turn a duck to a dime,
catch me on my sh-t, stuck to a grime,
or a mess, you trying turn a buck out a dime
catch ya, trying turn a f-ck outta nine,
n-gga listen I earn't every buck that was mine
I aint never cry over f-cking dimes,
don't make me go off,

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]
first gear pop the clutch,
second gear, throw it up,
third gear Im on stuck,
fourth gear Im at 12 o clock,
I know a pop get it in,
12 a block,
but his price too low so Im scared to cop
the guns'll blow and I aint scared to box,
I know n-ggas up state doing life in a box,
I know n-ggas upstate doing life with they pops,
its 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 rival will pop,
or get you some shoes, you prol look nice in a box,
flow smooth, light on my feet like H.. D,
money earning all day but I aint from Mount V,
just threw a bell on the scale of da tree,
i dont know making 200 every p
without rap i could double on the ...,
yeah make it snow on a blizzard like Jeez,
you don't know it aint nothing like C
you dont really wanna see me in the street,
don't make me go off,

[Chorus]

[50 cent talking]
Yeah, you changed man. You let the money change you Jay.
You used to be from Marcy n-gga.
Now you's a pass the grey poupon ass n-gga.
You don't want to shoot (I go off)
I take.
N-gga you feed the wolves or the wolves feed of you,
eat your ass alive, I live by a con mans creeds, strategy.
Your move n-gga, (i go off)