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Song title: Master P - Break 'em Off Somethin'

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(master p)
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin
Got my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k
Done hooked up with master p
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from texas to new orleans

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer
A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers
We get rowdy
I got something for yall haters (something for yall hater)
Yall cant fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us
Now Im space-aged pimping but not eightball
Dont make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall
Bout to go physco, and load this rifle
Im from the projects where we all think alike though
And killing aint nothing but a hobby
Dont me do a fucking 187 robbery
And like some brand new jordans, you tied up
You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Dont make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers
Now you all screwed up like dj skrew
Dont have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where Im from a little town called new orleans
But blowing up like b-12
Niggas dont give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where niggas dont give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl
And if you come stunting on them gold thangs
Im a have to break you off somethin

(hook)
Break you off somethin
Dont make me break you off somethin (x3)

(pimp c)
Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules
If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp c bitch now what the fuck you said
Ak hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
Im looking at dead, Im fully auto
Tommorow I got court, I aint gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking its funny, bought a 64
Im bout to pull a kickdoe
I need mo money money mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, cause aint no witnesses
To go back and tell the po-pos all the shit we did
Im looking at rape, Im looking at kidnap
But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps
Im breaking them bitches off, putting em in the trunk
Riding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me aint really nothin nothin
Pimp c bitch 14-96ll break you off somethin

Hook

(bun b.)
We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You bitch, now its over
You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d
They getting somewhere if they see me
My nigga thats how these gs be we three, me c and master p
Sipping on gin and kiwi
Fuck popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips
And now we all up in your grill live in 3-d
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya
Yall has to recognize you fucking with murder masters
Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now thats your ass bro
Its the class of 9 scrilla on the for reala
Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla
Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw jacking and jumping
Bitch dont make me break you off somethin nigga