Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break Em Off, artist - The Jacka. Album song Demolition Men Presents The Jacka Is The Dopest, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Artist
Song language: English
Break Em Off |
Come around with the windows down |
Two 22s comin' at your ass so loud |
You can run but you’ll never get passed those rounds |
So serious you’ll never get passed my style |
You’ll never last unless you follow me and my crowd |
We’ll always last 'cause the people lovin' our sound |
Feel good today, tonight won’t remember a thing |
Just know I’ll murder every nigga you bring |
Real nigga mayne, all I remember is pain |
Cocked the hammer back point it at you take everything |
That’s my life that’s my name that’s how I got on |
White tee, blue jeans, nike, Desert E showin' |
Treacherous places that you’ll never be goin' |
Leavin' Las Vegas, caught a ticket, I was snowed in |
Really with the shit for real, my nigga, I’m assaultin' |
Planes drop our mothafuckin' kicks in the ocean |
My kids’ll never know that I supply coke smokers |
It’s what I tell myself but it ain’t really hard to notice, no |
Automatic start on the suicide |
Fully auto on my lap, tonight it’s do or die |
Open up the garage and reverse the ride |
I’m powdered up, and the kush and the blunt got me stuffed |
Cause to black that boy, it makes it hard to stop |
Pulled up, gun poppin', and we pulled out molly woppin' |
Us, doing time in the fed, another album dropping |
Cheese on the bread, a hundred g’s on your head |
Cell phones in the cell they said, «We know we eating slow», yup |
I huddled up my team and we had to make the first step |
Either the foreign or the vintage on them 26's |
Stickin in that nickel, champagne and pourin' liquor |
He yellin «murder, don’t hurt him» turn my family on the walk |
He said police just burnt him and he’s wanted for some bodies |
Got the Chevy pulled over and he thinking that its over, but a 1000 dead and |
running, tell him meet me at the headquarters |
Mister Miyagi, black, and tati on the dashboard |
Smoking songs of the Barney pressing fast forward |
Two minutes early to meet papi at the corner store |
Ain’t knowing when I turn, but I’m taking the same corner though, nigga |
We’ll break you off |
Bad times looking back and I’m trying to break 'em off |
But I’m a careful nigga |
You’re a stranger to the pain that I’ve felt, my nigga |
Posted in the trap house, nigga |
I answer the backdoor with my Mac out |
If ya try and make a false move then I black out with ya |
100 racks around my neck, I got the mind of a killer |
A man dies and a child is born |
My nigga Smoke came home, I’m headed off to the war |
6 months in the can, I’m just a number |
Made 16, but I missed a whole summer |
A nightmare trying to reverse dreams |
The feds caught my niggas in a reverse sting |
Knowledge is power, trying to rebirth kings |
But money is power so we re-up mean |
Cream by the truckload, it came off a ton boat |
Start getting money you owe niggas a ton, cut-throat |
Ain’t that a bitch, I gotta nail 'em |
I ain’t never switch, all I did was try and help 'em |
Mister Miyagi, black, and tati on the dashboard |
Smoking songs of the Barney pressing fast forward |
Two minutes early to meet papi at the corner store |
Ain’t knowing when I turn, but I’m taking the same corner though, nigga |
We’ll break you off |
Bad times looking back and I’m trying to break 'em off |
But I’m a careful nigga |
You’re a stranger to the pain that I’ve felt, my nigga |
Back to back Chevys with the Hemis in it |
Yea, we been offenders |
But gotta live until I die with the semi, lifted, humble |
By me, Hindu kush, crossing city limits |
Stand up, moving up, can’t be sitting timid |
Off that XO Remy mixed with sadity women |
100,000 dollar cash, plus the GT tinted |
Cash on deck, you see me in it |
Plasma TVs in it, let my BG get it |
And if my BGs (?), my BGs spend it 'til my BGs (?) it |
And my GT engine got see through vision like Calico vision (yep!) |
Dawg, he looking at life (?) and (?) to touch |
Feds coming, re-up papers, I’ll see you Hush |
Speed it up, be in my crib, the streets is cold |
Half money, half heart, yea I see you, folk |