Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break 'Em Off Somethin', artist - Master P. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Break 'Em Off Somethin' |
| 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 y’all haters (something for y’all hater) |
| Y’all can’t fade us Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us Now i’m space-aged pimping but not eightball |
| Don’t make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall |
| Bout’to go physco, and load this rifle |
| I’m from the projects where we all think alike though |
| And killing ain’t nothing but a hobby |
| Don’t 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 |
| Don’t make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers |
| Now you all screwed up like dj skrew |
| Don’t have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo |
| Got amphetamines for them dope fiends |
| Where i’m from a little town called new orleans |
| But blowing up like b-12 |
| Niggas don’t give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell |
| The murder capital of the world |
| Where niggas don’t give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl |
| And if you come stunting on them gold thangs |
| I’m a have to break you off somethin' |
| (hook) |
| Break you off somethin' |
| Don’t 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 |
| I’m looking at dead, i’m fully auto |
| Tommorow i got court, i ain’t gonna go Nigga owe me money, thinking 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 fucked his main hunny, hunny |
| Now the game is escalted, cause ain’t no witnesses |
| To go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did |
| I’m looking at rape, i’m looking at kidnap |
| But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps |
| I’m 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 ain’t really nothin’nothin' |
| Pimp c bitch 14−96'll 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 g’s 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' |
| Y’all 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 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 thinking they trilla' |
| Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs |
| Probably for jaw jacking and jumping |
| Bitch don’t make me break you off somethin’nigga |