Joell Ortiz - I Go Off lyrics

[Verse]: So here's a quick lil' somethin' cause I feel like frontin' Can't none of y'all n***as f** with me so don't say nothin' If you feel otherwise, please don't be subliminal Sneak thieves ain't the same as a real live criminal One n***a dissed me that's one too many I ain't throwin' back shots like they from New Henny I'mma punch you in your nose till your facet leaks Blood e'rywhere like you double crossed a leech Little man shut your mouth when the bosses speak I am terminally ill, your little cough is weak If you can't stand the sand then get off the beach Your lil' jab will have a tag hangin' off your feet (I'm the cavity) If you think New York is sweet (Defy gravity) And jump like you lost your seat (I'll fire rapidly) And dump till I toss your Jeep (You'll die in agony) Slumped, parked across the street Can't beat 'em then join 'em, you serious man? I can't beat 'em I train til the day that I can Failure ain't somethin' that I'm just finna I'm such a sore loser I make sure I'm a mothaf**in' winner I'm a bear, not a teddy that you cuddle in the winter If I saw Goldie Locks she would have been mothaf**in' dinner And this hip hop game got drug So fresh off of the corner like A-Rod's glove Comes me, salivating for a slice of livin' When I look at rappers all I see is rice and chicken I'm toxic, make the right decision Just try to eat me, you get Poison like Michael Bivens Not a snake though it sounds like I might be hissin' That's just my tongue sizzlin' like Chinese kitchens Ever feel like you runnin' out of sh** to say? Man that's f**ed up cause I could do this sh** all day Every time my wrist switch I make your clique gourmet Y'all n***as gotta get better like Chris Pauls' J Just bein' honest I'm not a hater But the number in my loss column, dials the operator You n***as get the ball and fumble like hot potato Every time I get the ball I score cause I'm a player Every b**h me on my balls, I score cause I'm a player Well not ever one, but I be havin' FUN! Every night a different who*e tells me "Mi amore" I know she lyin' but I let her tell me more Then stop her mid sentence and put her face in my drawers Then tell her, "Keep Your Head Up" like Shakur in '94 And I usually don't brag about a** But some of your future wifey's I f**ed in my past You rap and you spit, hit the gas and you split And that whip is so sick how attractive you get Don't let you hop out if your fashion ain't sick Your hat matchin' yo' kicks, it's a wrap for this b**h I'm just displayin' why they say I'm the best Long as I'm here you #2 like you takin' a test I'm here to put all the debating to rest Firecrackers I'm the bomb like I'm a favorite of Flex Ortiz over there, look at you breakin' your neck To get a glimpse of the messiah, a glace at the champ Raise your white flag higher or I won't cease fire I'll lift your whole shop like Winonna Ryder I'll sell anything when I approach a buyer Audio crack jack, I'm a known supplier I wish a n***a would try to knock my hustle Put a leash on the beast, he gon' pop the muzzle What good is puttin' shackles on a Frankenstein? They can't restrain a creature that's 8'9" With an extremely dangerous brain design By a mad scientist with a tainted mind A few years ago A friend of mine Died from a shotgun shell in his spine I cried, they said, "Stop Joell", now I'm fine But I'm not, I hear that shot every night when I recline My man is gone My cousin, gone I can't stand d**h Left tour for a week when my grandmoms left Aww man I'm stressed But I ain't gon' stop till they land my jet And from there I'm stretch limo chauffeured to the Grammy's And hold a couple up in front of all of my family But the road in between gon' be some rough sh** It's like we interrupted by rappers that's disgusted With me being on top, but throwin' shots from a musket? Will blow up in your face cause that nozzle is rusted But me? I got a clean Semi-auto machine with a beam that's able to split a bean From two football fields away with four teams still playin' Don't become the first down, kna'mean? Just know business is something I mean And anyone can get iced when it come to my cream I don't like to talk I like to prove I'm wild So here's a quick 88 on this tune/Toon like Al [Outro] [Joell talking]: Haha. You gotta be a Jets fan to understand that last line. If you not...f** you n***a! Haha