Break ‘Em Off Somethin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Master P] 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 [Verse 1: Master P] Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-peeler Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer A young nigga thats 'bout it I mean these No Limit Soldiers, we get rowdy I got somethin' for y'all haters (somethin' for y'all hater), y'all can't fade us Ghetto cheese and drug deals that's what's made us Now I'm space-aged pimpin' but not Eightball Don't make me get stupid and leave your fuckin' blood on the wall 'Bout to go psycho, and load this rifle I'm from the projects where we all think alike though And killin' ain't nothin' but a hobby Don't make me do a fuckin' 1-8-7 robbery And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up You sound like a chicken so it's 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 Screw 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 blowin' 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 stuntin' on them gold thangs I'mma have to break you off somethin' [Chorus: Master P] Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' [Verse 2: Pimp C] Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules If a bitch is talkin' shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said AK hit the wall tore the stuffin' out the fuckin, bed I'm lookin' at dead, I'm fully auto Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go Nigga owe me money, thinkin' 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 escalated, 'cause ain't no witnesses To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the shit we did I'm lookin' at rape, I'm lookin' at kidnap But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps I'm breakin' them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk Ridin' around P.A bout-it hostages blowin' skunk 'Cause gettin' rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin' Pimp C bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin' [Chorus: Master P] Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' [Verse 3: Bun B] We comin' down like a sail, in that goddamn rover Just when you thought it was the beginnin' you bitch, now it's over You can call on the cavalry, reinforcements, and your local P-D They gettin' somewhere if they see me My nigga that's how these G's be we three, me, C and Master P Sippin' on Gin and Kiwi Fuck poppin' in your CD, bitch we poppin' 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 fuckin' with murder masters Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor Dyin' 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 thinkin' they trilla' Watch me fill a wanna be cap-peeler with them slugs Probably for jaw-jackin' and jumpin' Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' Nigga [Chorus: Master P] Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' [Outro: Master P] And for all y'all motherfuckin' Niggas that's rappin' about niggas on records Real niggas don't rap about niggas on records Y'all hoes And hoes talk shit Niggas know who the real fuckin' Ice Cream Man is 'Cause broke niggas talk shit I could never talk about a nigga on a record You heard? It's No Limit for life Any nigga run up Gettin' his motherfuckin' wig twisted Ha ha, you heard? Don't make me break you off somethin'