Break ’Em Off

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Momma] Uh Which one of yall wanna run with me Get your wig pushed back like mr. clean Get put to sleep promethazine I ain't come into this (queue?) aimin at your whole team Fuck these n****s with a passion though I send nine mili shots and you ? by smoke Which one of these ? out my asshole I been feeling this shit since i can't do (dough?) Muthafuckas got beef gon' give me the whole steak I'm the queen of the pack you the pawn, checkmate These n****s last place in the bad bitch race F**s actin' like a ? put the irons in they face I wanna— ? You not up i got you I'm the top bitch ? Cakes da killa, talk to em [Verse 2: Cakes Da Killa] What yall n****s finna do with me Been spittin 16 since '93 And bitches overseas, in magazines My (carter?) be by maybelline Fuck you and your man hoe Cakey spit pure ammo Old n****s get to talkin back its silver cats and they can't go [Hook/Break] Break em off off break em break em off Break em off off break em break em off Break em off off break em break em off Broke em off some buckle when i step through the door Break em off off break em break em off Break em off off break em break em off Break em off off break em break em off Broke em off some buckle— [Verse 3: Cakes Da Killa] I-I-I'm the most clinically insane cunt bitch up in the game I'm poppin, lock n' load my toaster if you merging in my lane Ridin too is all the same I wish a f** would say my name N****s talk a lotta shit since i came into my fame My n****s rap sh-ready Load the tec and machetes N****s is breathin on heavy once i drop the spaghetti F**ts i boil em al dente, kay Wrapped in they ? Bitches softer than penne So i eat em for dinnay (k-k-killa) You all n****s wanna find out Cakes came here to put bitches in timeout Gotta bad bitch who ain't afraid to pull a bobs out Bought em overseas and i'm under where i hide out Dat shit cray Yall n****s still need Ben-gay I'm comin at n****s (soupay?) So fuck that he-say, she-say Cakes that shit so n****s cosign me Spit hot shit so the trade will rhyme me F**s throw shots, shit can harm me Hit you with that Kamehame My shit gon drip like cocaine My shit gon out like coltrane I been up on that benji shit Im blastin brims off [Verse 4: Big Momma] Big momma's not a monster but I rip your fuckin face loose Heavy shit leakin blood spewin like it's baby puke Just had a premonition, you n****s all went missin Yeah it's cakes and im big momma and we been cute with competition like Damn, yo who the fuck yall n****s aimin' for Like why the fuck yall reachin when my n****s at the top You know these real n****s won't miss you These n****s say they don't see you So why the fuck yall be rappin like your women totin their pistol on these bitches i bury In the pet cemetery N****s grab on your dicks cus momma finna get scary Banana clips in yo gut wrap bitches up like a doobie Put razor blades in yo face you bitches shaggy like scooby You feel me Bitches better keep it quiet in this muthafucker Before we have to start a riot in this muthafucker Cakes da killa big momma (frill?) a manila Servin milk to these rappers that ain't know f*****s is realer