Go Off - Pete Rock, Smif-N-Wessun

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

(Steele)

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!

(Smif-N-Wessun) (*Pete Rock Scratchin)

(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 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»)

(Steele)

(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!

(Tek)

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!

(Smif-N-Wessun) (*Pete Rock Scratchin)

(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 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»