DJ Kay Slay, Greg Street, Busta Rhymes - Go Off lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[DJ Kay Slay, Greg Street, Busta Rhymes - Go Off lyrics]
Flipmode bitch! Streetsweepers
Bitch! Kayslay! Greg Street! Busta Rhymes!
Streets fuck with me! Come on!
See it's unaminous that I'm the
Catalyst analyst and strategist
On how to be the king of the city feel me
The God of the block the one that
Hail the throne in the hood
Must I reiterate the slot of
The crown as you should
Over here in this here direction don't
Fight the fact it's amazin
Fuck yo' reluctance and the procrastination
That's why most of the time I look and
I listen I don't let it worry me
It's undisputed you got it locked
On every block currently
Call me the first or call me the last
The basic foundation of all things trust
The truth is comin to pass
Call me the maker the owner creme
Of the lavish livin creator
Owner of flow teacher of the
Master spittin if you will
Go argue with your friends and
The friends of them friends
See it's essential you let them know
Who is the most influentual
Kayslay Busta Bus drippin you
Every ounce of it
Bangin more powerful than the
United States Councilate
From my mouth, to the street, I got the heat
Hold the fort
Then I lock, every block, every hood
What you thought
From the south, to the west, to the east
To the north
Kayslay and Greg Street a go off, a go off
Official on the way down from the
Streets to the judicial system
See the nickel plated chrome Ferrari
Angel make them bitches whistle
The pistol that I carry is licensed
Despite I'm a felon I ingrade my initials
On the handle with a hyphen
When I pop I make 'em
Wild like the hyphy movement
Type environment inappropriate
Shouldn't bring your wifey to it
King of holdin the title always
Growin you know it's me
You know it's 'sposed to be
How it's official bitch diplomacy
You it's such shit it's so glorious
And while your caught in the matrix just
Call me Morpheus AKA Lord Victorious
The streets applaudin us Feds
Is recordin our conversation
While celebratin this new release
Enjoy this good occasion
My proclamation make sure
Your thoroughly aware
The domination that it's about to occur
While your heart is racin
Streetsweepers, Flipmode bitch while we
Continue to shine y'all
What you forgot, thought I remind y'all
From my mouth, to the street, I got the heat
Hold the fort
Then I lock, every block, every hood
What you thought
From the south, to the west, to the east
To the north
Kayslay and Greg Street a go off, a go off
From my mouth, to the street, I got the heat
Hold the fort
Then I lock, every block, every hood
What you thought
From the south, to the west, to the east
To the north
Kayslay and Greg Street a go off, a go off
Yeah! Now you know what the fuck this is!
I said now you know what the fuck this is!
You know we keep the streets locked!
From the fuckin east to the dirty south!
To the west nigga! Kayslay! Greg
Street! Busta Rhymes bitch! And like I said
Flipmode bitch! Streetsweepers bitch!
And it don't stop, yeah!
Bitch! Kayslay! Greg Street! Busta Rhymes!
Streets fuck with me! Come on!
See it's unaminous that I'm the
Catalyst analyst and strategist
On how to be the king of the city feel me
The God of the block the one that
Hail the throne in the hood
Must I reiterate the slot of
The crown as you should
Over here in this here direction don't
Fight the fact it's amazin
Fuck yo' reluctance and the procrastination
That's why most of the time I look and
I listen I don't let it worry me
It's undisputed you got it locked
On every block currently
Call me the first or call me the last
The basic foundation of all things trust
The truth is comin to pass
Call me the maker the owner creme
Of the lavish livin creator
Owner of flow teacher of the
Master spittin if you will
Go argue with your friends and
The friends of them friends
See it's essential you let them know
Who is the most influentual
Kayslay Busta Bus drippin you
Every ounce of it
Bangin more powerful than the
United States Councilate
From my mouth, to the street, I got the heat
Hold the fort
Then I lock, every block, every hood
What you thought
From the south, to the west, to the east
To the north
Kayslay and Greg Street a go off, a go off
Official on the way down from the
Streets to the judicial system
See the nickel plated chrome Ferrari
Angel make them bitches whistle
The pistol that I carry is licensed
Despite I'm a felon I ingrade my initials
On the handle with a hyphen
When I pop I make 'em
Wild like the hyphy movement
Type environment inappropriate
Shouldn't bring your wifey to it
King of holdin the title always
Growin you know it's me
You know it's 'sposed to be
How it's official bitch diplomacy
You it's such shit it's so glorious
And while your caught in the matrix just
Call me Morpheus AKA Lord Victorious
The streets applaudin us Feds
Is recordin our conversation
While celebratin this new release
Enjoy this good occasion
My proclamation make sure
Your thoroughly aware
The domination that it's about to occur
While your heart is racin
Streetsweepers, Flipmode bitch while we
Continue to shine y'all
What you forgot, thought I remind y'all
From my mouth, to the street, I got the heat
Hold the fort
Then I lock, every block, every hood
What you thought
From the south, to the west, to the east
To the north
Kayslay and Greg Street a go off, a go off
From my mouth, to the street, I got the heat
Hold the fort
Then I lock, every block, every hood
What you thought
From the south, to the west, to the east
To the north
Kayslay and Greg Street a go off, a go off
Yeah! Now you know what the fuck this is!
I said now you know what the fuck this is!
You know we keep the streets locked!
From the fuckin east to the dirty south!
To the west nigga! Kayslay! Greg
Street! Busta Rhymes bitch! And like I said
Flipmode bitch! Streetsweepers bitch!
And it don't stop, yeah!