Break ‘Em Off Somethin’ lyrics

by

Bun B


[Intro: Master P]
Boy, we about to fill they motherf*cking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my n*ggas Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this sh*t across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans

[Verse 1: Master P]
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-peeler
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer
A young n*gga thats 'bout it
I mean these No Limit Soldiers, we get rowdy
I got somethin' for y'all haters (somethin' for y'all hater), y'all can't fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals that's what's made us
Now I'm space-aged pimpin' but not Eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your f*ckin' blood on the wall
'Bout to go psycho, and load this rifle
I'm from the projects where we all think alike though
And killin' ain't nothin' but a hobby
Don't make me do a f*ckin' 1-8-7 robbery
And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up
You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some '85 Wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Screw
Don't have my money, n*gga f*ck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a little town called New Orleans
But blowin' up like B-12
n*ggas don't give a f*ck 'cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where n*ggas don't give a f*ck about you, your boy, or your girl
And if you come stuntin' on them gold thangs
I'mma have to break you off somethin'
[Chorus: Master P]
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Let me set the sh*t straight, let me lay down the rules
If a b*tch is talkin' sh*t, then that b*tch gonna have to snooze
Pimp C b*tch now what the f*ck you said
AK hit the wall tore the stuffin' out the f*ckin, bed
I'm lookin' at dead, I'm fully auto
Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go
n*gga owe me money, thinkin' it's funny, bought a 64'
I'm 'bout to pull a kickdoe
I need mo money money, mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and f*cked his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalated, 'cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the sh*t we did
I'm lookin' at rape, I'm lookin' at kidnap
But when them b*tches get here you gonna be full of hot caps
I'm breakin' them b*tches off, putting 'em in the trunk
Ridin' around P.A bout-it hostages blowin' skunk
'Cause gettin' rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'
Pimp C b*tch 14-96'll break you off somethin'
[Chorus: Master P]
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'

[Verse 3: Bun B]
We comin' down like a sail, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginnin' you b*tch, now it's over
You can call on the cavalry, reinforcements, and your local P-D
They gettin' somewhere if they see me
My n*gga that's how these G's be we three, me, C and Master P
Sippin' on Gin and Kiwi
f*ck poppin' in your CD, b*tch we poppin' 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'
Y'all has to recognize you f*ckin' with murder masters
Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor
Dyin' faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro
It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinkin' they trilla'
Watch me fill a wanna be cap-peeler with them slugs
Probably for jaw-jackin' and jumpin'
b*tch don't make me break you off somethin'
n*gga
[Chorus: Master P]
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'

[Outro: Master P]
And for all y'all motherf*ckin'
n*ggas that's rappin' about n*ggas on records
Real n*ggas don't rap about n*ggas on records
Y'all hoes
And hoes talk sh*t
n*ggas know who the real f*ckin' Ice Cream Man is
'Cause broke n*ggas talk sh*t
I could never talk about a n*gga on a record
You heard?
It's No Limit for life
Any n*gga run up
Gettin' his motherf*ckin' wig twisted
Ha ha, you heard?
Don't make me break you off somethin'
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