Off Wit His Head lyrics
by M.O.P.
[Verse 1: Big Pun]
I don't give a f*ck, till I die, I'mma live it up
Hit 'em up, n*gga, what-what, n*gga, what?
Better watch yo' ass 'fore I pull the choppers out the stash
And helicopter yo' ass, about a block and a half
Cause I'ma ride for my n*ggas, die for my n*ggas
Puff lye with my n*ggas til I'm high with my n*ggas
Where you at, Prop?
[Verse 2: Prospect]
Ayo, it's off with his head
Let the blood-shed, gets all my thugs down to bust lead
Yo, I rep like one of the best, my Mac numbin' your flesh
They on tracks but they runnin' from death
Who f*ckin' with 'Spect? Yo, dawg, I'm the youngest to rep
Coming correct, n*ggas know I blow my gun in a sec
Cause I'ma ride for my n*ggas, die for my n*ggas
Puff lye with my n*ggas til I'm high with my n*ggas
What the deal, twin?
[Verse 3: Big Pun]
Yeah baby, ayo, it's off with his head
Slap the sh*t out the Devil and tear his horns off his head
Ayo, it's almost over, few months, we all gon' know Jehovah
'Till then, I'ma keep the steel in the shoulder holster
I ain't ready to die, bury me alive
But if my n*gga got beef, we goin together tonight
Cause I'ma ride for my n*ggas, die for my n*ggas
Puff lye with my n*ggas til I'm high with my n*ggas
What you say Twin?
[Verse 4: Prospect]
Ayo, it's off with his head
Left a body stiff and dead with the infrared
It's hard to survive, disarm a whole part of this tribe
We taking n*ggas lives, so what? They tryin take mine
What I'm supposed to do? Let sh*t slide like I was close to you?
This murder I write, pushin a hearse, let me chaffeur you
Cause I'ma ride for my n*ggas, die for my n*ggas
Puff lye with my n*ggas til I'm high with my n*ggas
What the deal son?
[Verse 5: Big Pun]
Aiyyo it's off with his head
n*gga I was born in the f*ckin Dawn of the Dead
I always got my Dunn like I always got my gun
Fresh out the box, oiled and c*cked, Glock 21
Once I've begun to pop, I ain't gon' stop til I'm done
So either call the cops, or bust a shot - n*gga uhh
Cause I'ma ride for my n*ggas, die for my n*ggas
Puff lye with my n*ggas til I'm high with my n*ggas
Hold me down Pros'
[Verse 6: Prospect]
Ayo, it's off with his head
Put that n*gga to sleep and make a coffin his bed
I come from rough times where n*ggas bust 9's and be like f*ck rhymes
And puff dimes, living on front lines, and lust crimes
You better trust mines, I'm down for the cause
Gimme a round of applause and hear the sound of the four's
Cause I'ma ride for my n*ggas, die for my n*ggas
Puff lye with my n*ggas til I'm high with my n*ggas
What the deal kid?
[Verse 7: Big Pun]
Ayo, it's off with his head
c*ck the lead redecorate the crib burgandy red
Ayo, I never front, I want whatever n*gga to stomp
Whoever want it gonna get lift with the pump
I mention I'm dumb, my trigger finger fittin' to jump
Got the whole left side of my face twitchin' and stuff
Cause I'ma ride for my n*ggas, die for my n*ggas
Puff lye with my n*ggas til I'm high with my n*ggas
Take us home, Dunn
[Verse 8: Prospect]
Ayo, it's off with his head
He ain't really want it so he lost it instead
"Picture Me Rollin" like 'Pac in the drop,
My style too hot to figure out, oh Lord
Please don't make me put this n*gga out
My trigger shout through your area code
The scary explos', your click get, leary of foes
Cause I'ma ride for my n*ggas, die for my n*ggas
Puff lye with my n*ggas till I'm high with my n*ggas
Now it's on, Twin, now, it's on, Twin
Yeah, ha, now it's on, Twin
[Outro: Opera Steve]
Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armaged-deon
Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror Squad