Break Em Off

Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Ampichino] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Fed-X] 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
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- The Jacka