Break Yourself lyrics

[Intro: MC Ant]
Ayo Spice all these rich motherf*ckers keep going to the record stores buyin' these fake ass raps. You know what I'm saying?

[Spice 1]
Yeah, yeah
I hear you 'bout all that fake sh*t
n*ggas need to get up on the hardcore sh*t
You know what I'm saying?

[MC Ant]
Ay man, you still got them ski masks and them gats
I'm ready to jack these motherf*ckers
I'll make them break theyselves and sh*t

[Spice 1]
Yeah, f*ck that. Let's handle that business. Huh, yeah
We gotta flow somethin' funky. Check it

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
Spice 1 is f*ckin' it up upon the flow
And if you got the static motherf*cker we can go
My homie Ant Banks got the bass line thumpin'
Stop a n*gga heart 'cause by my music they thumpin'
Spice is on the one and Ant is on the two
But y'all don't kick it yet because a n*gga just ain't through
Comin' hard as f*ck I be like acin' and I'm icin'
Steppin' into the ring, f*ckin' 'em up like Michael Tyson
Gimme all your cash 'cause I'm about to blast
And bust 50 bullets in your motherf*ckin' ass
n*ggas think I'm crazy 'cause I'm poppin' off at the mouth
And plus I had the chopper pointed at your damned house
My name's Spice 1, I be a vicious motherf*cker
Get you for a key and leave you lyin' in the gutter
And if you think it's possible to harm 'im
I be stickin' my foot up in your ass like it was Charmin
So n*gga break yourself and buy the motherf*ckin' tape
The beat'll f*ck your ears like a statuatory rape
Murderous n*gga on the gangsta tip
So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherf*ckin' clip
And by the way, if you want your life don't take yourself
Buy the dope ass record and break yourself
[Interlude: Spice 1]
Huh, yeah
You know what I'm saying?
Got MC Ant in the motherf*ckin' house
He came to break these motherf*ckers
Load the clip and handle your business partner

[Verse 2: MC Ant]
A-N-T is like a motherf*ckin' pro with it
n*ggas didn't know that I can get funky and flow with it
Straight up out the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
Coolin' all the b*tches when I be on the late night tweak
Who's up at the corner?
Be stoppin' and starin' to makin' 'em stutter
Was that MC Ant the rip-a-rappin' motherf*cker
187 with the 211 and progress
So get out the sh*t break b*tch because I'll just
Pistol whip your ass and slam the tape
I pop if you want a brake and dump you off in the lake
Run you dumb di*k, I'm quick to pop the clip
Slip if you wanna slip, I'm tough and won't even trip
Don't move and you won't get hurt
Take off your motherf*ckin' clothes and put your face in the dirt
This is a genuine gank move b*tch
So give me your money and your jewels and make me rich
Another n*gga might play it on a cool tip
But Ant and Spice won't be takin' no bullsh*t
Everything n*gga, even your gold tooth
I knock the motherf*cker loose if you want proof
'Cause I'm down for the mail
And if it's worth the jail I'm out on bail
If it ain't given I'll straight up take your wealth
Tell a motherf*cker straight up break yourself
[Interlude: MC Ant]
Yeah and that's how we runnin' sh*t on this motherf*ckin' stage right now. You know what I'm saying?
Ay, Spice, I want you to step to 'em and kick it one more time with that gangsta sh*t
Check it

[Verse 3: Spice 1]
It's like a G-O, and I kick in a bank in a motherf*cker
So stop at the red light and I just point it up at another
Rich-ass n*gga on a ego tip
Give up the Rolex watch while I pop a ditch
And have ya both in the back of a black hearse
b*tch if you want your life give me your f*ckin' purse
This is a Halloween ‒ trick or treat
But if you trick you get beat, shut up, left dead in the street
'Cause 187 is runnin' sh*t up in the house
Down to shoot you in your motherf*ckin' mouth
And MC Ant of O-A-K-L-A-N-D
Is with the faculty and S-P-I-C-E
So put the goodies inside the bag
This ain't a lolly gag, stick in my clip and raise him up out his Jag
I let the motherf*ckin' 9 click
Comin' at our dome, kickin' funky gangsta sh*t
So n*gga empty your pocket, pull out your bank roll
Try to be a hero and [?] your as*h*le
'Cause Arnold Schwarzenegger just play parts
But I specialize in stoppin' n*ggas' hearts
187's sendin' n*ggas to ghetto heaven
We beat the funk out your eardrums and keep it revvin'
So don't pound too hard and f*ck up your health
And by the way drop the Abraham Lincolns and break yourself
[Outro: Spice 1 & MC Ant]
Yeah, motherf*cker you wanna spent that money on that bass hip. Won't you get the bomb baby?
Yeah, n*gga brake yourself and get with the real sh*t
Yeah, n*gga, MC Ant and Spice in the house
With Ant Banks on the tracks
Yeah, Ant Banks in the motherf*ckin' house
187 motherf*cker
Goin' out to all you motherf*ckers
We got the dope sh*t
Bustin' caps in your motherf*ckin' eardrums
Straight jackin' it
I'm out