Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breaker 1, Breaker 2 , by - Def Squad. Release date: 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 |