Break Yourself

Lyrics

[Intro: MC Ant] Ayo Spice all these rich motherfuckers keep going to the record stores buyin' these fake ass raps. You know what I'm saying? [Spice 1] Yeah, yeah I hear you 'bout all that fake shit Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit You know what I'm saying? [MC Ant] Ay man, you still got them ski masks and them gats I'm ready to jack these motherfuckers I'll make them break theyselves and shit [Spice 1] Yeah, fuck that. Let's handle that business. Huh, yeah We gotta flow somethin' funky. Check it [Verse 1: Spice 1] Spice 1 is fuckin' it up upon the flow And if you got the static motherfucker we can go My homie Ant Banks got the bass line thumpin' Stop a nigga heart 'cause by my music they thumpin' Spice is on the one and Ant is on the two But y'all don't kick it yet because a nigga just ain't through Comin' hard as fuck I be like acin' and I'm icin' Steppin' into the ring, fuckin' 'em up like Michael Tyson Gimme all your cash 'cause I'm about to blast And bust 50 bullets in your motherfuckin' ass Niggas think I'm crazy 'cause I'm poppin' off at the mouth And plus I had the chopper pointed at your damned house My name's Spice 1, I be a vicious motherfucker Get you for a key and leave you lyin' in the gutter And if you think it's possible to harm 'im I be stickin' my foot up in your ass like it was Charmin So nigga break yourself and buy the motherfuckin' tape The beat'll fuck your ears like a statuatory rape Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherfuckin' clip And by the way, if you want your life don't take yourself Buy the dope ass record and break yourself [Interlude: Spice 1] Huh, yeah You know what I'm saying? Got MC Ant in the motherfuckin' house He came to break these motherfuckers Load the clip and handle your business partner [Verse 2: MC Ant] A-N-T is like a motherfuckin' pro with it Niggas didn't know that I can get funky and flow with it Straight up out the O-A-K-L-A-N-D Coolin' all the bitches when I be on the late night tweak Who's up at the corner? Be stoppin' and starin' to makin' 'em stutter Was that MC Ant the rip-a-rappin' motherfucker 187 with the 211 in progress So get out the shit break bitch because I'll just Pistol whip your ass and slam the tape I pop if you want a brake and dump you off in the lake Run you dumb dick, I'm quick to pop the clip Slip if you wanna slip, I'm tough and won't even trip Don't move and you won't get hurt Take off your motherfuckin' clothes and put your face in the dirt This is a genuine gank move bitch So give me your money and your jewels and make me rich Another nigga might play it on a cool tip But Ant and Spice won't be takin' no bullshit Everything nigga, even your gold tooth I knock the motherfucker loose if you want proof 'Cause I'm down for the mail And if it's worth the jail I'm out on bail If it ain't given I'll straight up take your wealth Tell a motherfucker straight up break yourself [Interlude: MC Ant] Yeah and that's how we runnin' shit on this motherfuckin' stage right now. You know what I'm saying? Ay, Spice, I want you to step to 'em and kick it one more time with that gangsta shit Check it [Verse 3: Spice 1] It's like a G-O, and I kick in a bank in a motherfucker So stop at the red light and I just point it up at another Rich-ass nigga on a ego tip Give up the Rolex watch while I pop a ditch And have ya both in the back of a black hearse Bitch if you want your life give me your fuckin' purse This is a Halloween ‒ trick or treat But if you trick you get beat, shut up, left dead in the street 'Cause 187 is runnin' shit up in the house Down to shoot you in your motherfuckin' mouth And MC Ant of O-A-K-L-A-N-D Is with the faculty and S-P-I-C-E So put the goodies inside the bag This ain't a lolly gag, stick in my clip and raise him up out his Jag I let the motherfuckin' 9 click Comin' at our dome, kickin' funky gangsta shit So nigga empty your pocket, pull out your bank roll Try to be a hero and [?] your asshole 'Cause Arnold Schwarzenegger just play parts But I specialize in stoppin' niggas' hearts 187's sendin' niggas to ghetto heaven We beat the funk out your eardrums and keep it revvin' So don't pound too hard and fuck up your health And by the way drop the Abraham Lincolns and break yourself [Outro: Spice 1 & MC Ant] Yeah, motherfucker you wanna spent that money on that bass hip. Won't you get the bomb baby? Yeah, nigga brake yourself and get with the real shit Yeah, nigga, MC Ant and Spice in the house With Ant Banks on the tracks Yeah, Ant Banks in the motherfuckin' house 187 motherfucker Goin' out to all you motherfuckers We got the dope shit Bustin' caps in your motherfuckin' eardrums Straight jackin' it I'm out