Master P - Break 'em Off Somethin' Lyrics
(master p)Boy, we about to fill they mother*****ing head up with this ghetto dopeTime to break these hoes off somethinGot my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.kDone hooked up with master pWe about to bring this shit across the borderYa heard me, from texas to new orleansHustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealerWho I be, your neighborhood drug dealerA young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiersWe get rowdyI got something for yall haters (something for yall hater)Yall cant fade usGhetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made usNow Im space-aged pimping but not eightballDont make me get stupid and leave your *****ing blood on the wallBout to go physco, and load this rifleIm from the projects where we all think alike thoughAnd killing aint nothing but a hobbyDont me do a *****ing 187 robberyAnd like some brand new jordans, you tied upYou sound like a chicken so its time to get pluckedBy a gangsta, keep one up in the chamberDont make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglersNow you all screwed up like dj skrewDont have my money, nigga ***** you and your booGot amphetamines for them dope fiendsWhere Im from a little town called new orleansBut blowing up like b-12Niggas dont give a ***** cause they quick to send your ass to hellThe murder capital of the worldWhere niggas dont give a ***** about you, your boy, or your girlAnd if you come stunting on them gold thangsIm a have to break you off somethin(hook)Break you off somethinDont make me break you off somethin (x3)(pimp c)Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rulesIf a ***** is talking shit, then that ***** gonna have to snoozePimp c ***** now what the ***** you saidAk hit the wall tore the stuffing out the *****ing bedIm looking at dead, Im fully autoTommorow I got court, I aint gonna goNigga owe me money, thinking its funny, bought a 64Im bout to pull a kickdoeI need mo money money mo money moneyTook the keys, took the cheese, and *****ed his main hunny, hunnyNow the game is escalted, cause aint no witnessesTo go back and tell the po-pos all the shit we didIm looking at rape, Im looking at kidnapBut when them *****es get here you gonna be full of hot capsIm breaking them *****es off, putting em in the trunkRiding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunkCause getting rid of enemies to me aint really nothin nothinPimp c ***** 14-96ll break you off somethinHook(bun b.)We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn roverJust when you thought it was the beginningYou *****, now its overYou can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-dThey getting somewhere if they see meMy nigga thats how these gs be we three, me c and master pSipping on gin and kiwi***** popping in your cd, ***** we popping in them clipsAnd now we all up in your grill live in 3-dWith drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast yaYall has to recognize you *****ing with murder mastersWho plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastorDying faster than you thought, now thats your ass broIts the class of 9 scrilla on the for realaDirect from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trillaWatch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugsProbably for jaw jacking and jumping***** dont make me break you off somethin nigga
