Lyrics Set It Off - Das EFX

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Biggedy-presto, who these cats on your stereo?
Das EFX, my records spin round and round like a merry-go
Here we go, biggedy-roll as it ever was
Biggie Das for the spot, shine forever cuz
Same pro, never rock with the same flow
My chain glow like lines up in a rainbow
Ayo, Boogie Bang, what's the deal, son?
For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun?

Yo, if my record company fail, I'm gon' need bail
Flippin' on coats like Latrell Sprewell
My cats go for broke off blow and weed sales
Can't see my team, kid, you gon' need braille
Like Lee nails, cats is fake, I snap and break
Your biggedy-back and neck and crack the safe
Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divvy it up
Not givin' a what, just gimme a cut
We livin' it up, my crew get buck and bury singers
Shows get wild like Jerry Springer's
Icin' on fingers, jaws bitten, me and my dawgs spittin'
New York shit and politickin' with your chicken

Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Like that, I wanna break full, cock me back
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Like that, I wanna break full, cock me back

Yo, yo, because I'm too nice, rockin' blue ice
Jet black Ferrari runnin' through lights
My crew tight, biggedy-roll with the ruggedness
Enough of this, yo, it's time to put a thug in this
Look at this, straight cheese, you can tell it's dope
In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope
Smell the smoke, break the mic, make sure it's broke
Ain't no joke, you can quote every word I wrote
My antidote, stiggedy-straight from the subway
The thug way, biggedy-Monday to Sunday

Lyrical dum-dums, watch the straight shots
Stay hot, like them chicks from Baywatch
From BK to the UK, all the way to Guadalupe
Das got chicks shakin' they booty
Cats actin' unruly, who they? Do they?
Truly, give a fuck? Nah, too late
Save 'em, you got your L's, roll 'em up, kid, blaze 'em
Roll a whole dime and save some
Throw your hands up, raise 'em, hip-hop nation
'Nough respect to my effects generation

Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Like that, I wanna break full, cock me back
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Like that, I wanna break full, cock me back

Ayo, Das, uh, hit me, brought the whole gang with me
Sixty, he's the low-down shifty
Strictly, send the world in a frenzy
My mens be laid up in a Benzy
Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again
Ghetto star, play the bar with the Heineken
Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk
The sly talk, biggedy-right off the sidewalk
My talk, slide in with the sicker-ness
You're lickin' this like a lollipop, stick it to this

Biggedy-makin' moves on the regular, wack MC's, I'm testin' ya
Smack you with a chair like a wrestler
Boogie Bang, sewer rap, buckwhylin'
From the streets of Brooklyn, properties on the Island
A pen and a pad, you know my stee' when I'm weedin'
Bring rhymes together like cleavage, so love it or leave it
I got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to feed
Hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to beat
Dreams of blastin' at my team, we blast back
Matter of fact, my game is tight and that's that

Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Like that, I wanna break full, cock me back
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Like that, I wanna break full, cock me back
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Like that, I wanna break full, cock me back

Set it off, yeah, yeah, Das EFX, one time
'98, Hit squad, generation, frustration
DMD, set it off, yeah, hit squad
Das EFX, Jersey, set it off two times
Overseas, Jersey, set it off three times
Like that, yeah, like that