Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breaker 1, Breaker 2, artist - Def Squad.
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Breaker 1, Breaker 2 |
INTRO/HOOK |
A breaker 1, a breaker 2 |
(ERICK SERMON) |
I be the Don up in this motherf-----(Ha ha) |
I puts it down, I rock 'scapes |
I roll bounce to the ounce (DIE-I!) |
I bring dat physical front (Aha) |
Believe it I function the paraplegic |
So teach it like if he was playin backgammon |
A new sheriff in town and not Reggie Hammond |
I pack a cannon .38 snuff nose |
Not for shootin use it for executin |
Lames out there callin my name |
For fame, change ya plan punk refrain |
This tune leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupid |
Dumb and Dumber all this summer |
A newcomer, yeah I take em to check out the Avenue |
Me and my crew went through |
Wooh! |
Ah-ah!Word is born! |
Word is born! |
(REDMAN) |
I said «Come on!"(Come on!),"Come on!"(Come on!) |
We’s the posse pair so some niggas can get done on |
I’m not the one to funnel, I'm lyrically inclined |
Seriously devine, whatever we G is crime |
Ha! |
I take it down, make it clear and in your bare lair |
Leaving critical as sang elsewhere |
You wanna get jig-dafied-what it all means |
For such, I tote Glocks in Akarl jeans |
For all means necer-ssary, my blood vessels |
Turns to .38 specials and cause wind pressures |
I be blowin like I’m Mr. Cool, the invincible |
Keepin my court trials municipal |
The principal my next class will teach you how to roll blunts |
Pick up (Aah!), buda and Mex tags |
Fifty the less, mo'vex, the Soviets |
Another co-nnect on my Rolodex |
I met my smokin vex, I keep my lyrics smack-daddo |
Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal |
Next up I believe that’s Keith |
Why don’t ya get on the mic and rock the symphony |
(KEITH MURRAY) |
Well it’s the 16-bar slaughterer, telepathical brain murderer |
Comin with the sh-t you never heard |
Ask yourself the very same question |
Which crew is f-----g with this Squad in this profession |
Your mic’s in my possession, I crush you with aggression |
An’I ain’t talkin for niggas that learn a lesson |
So why should I sit around and let this fake --- pass my eye |
Fake niggas f-----g up my eye |
Filthy with nasty it’s the slog for the job |
Forget any clan said «Who Squad the Mob?» |
Tired of beat-down, shot up and robbed |
Niggas askin why, it's my motherf----n job |
How many ways can I say «I just don’t give a f---!» |
Runnin niggas over in every truck |
But my motto is «F---!Get the bottle! |
Pass the bottle!» |
Bad luck had ya stuck, uh I crash ya brain and smash ya spine |
Yeah another hard one to find |
HOOK |