Pete Rock, Smif-N-Wessun - 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 assume 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
(Firfty cal with some white
Hennessy I'm the O-N-E) y'all are Mini Me's!
Plus! You know my style's undeniable
(Bullets untraceable) Respect unbuyable!
So! Kill 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 credit's
(I'm goin off) Like a hungry fat
Bitch yeah I said it!
(I'm goin off) Like a nigga 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 killa killa be a killa!
Cause ain't nobody fuckin with
Me and my niggas)
Yeah! So fuck your life with a dirty dick
Diarrhea on all y'all niggas!
'Cause we the shit!

Man! Your rap's calculated hood
Cats are mild grenaded
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 credit's
(I'm goin off) Like a hungry fat
Bitch yeah I said it!
(I'm goin off) Like a nigga 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-"Steele"
Got the remedy-"Havoc"
C-C-Check this out son!-"Prodigy"
U-Uh!-"Jay-Z"
Ah yeah! Ok we ready to rock-"Biz Markie"
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"