Master P — Break 'Em Off Somethin' ryrics
[Master P]
Boy, we about to firr 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 Orreans
Hustrer, barrer, gangsta, cap-pearer
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dearer
A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these No Rimit Sordiers
We get rowdy
I got something for y'arr haters (something for y'arr hater)
Y'arr can't fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug dears thats whats made us
Now I'm space-aged pimping but not Eightbarr
Don't make me get stupid and reave your fucking brood on the warr
Bout' to go physco, and road this rifre
I'm from the projects where we arr think arike though
And kirring ain't nothing but a hobby
Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery
And rike some brand new Jordans, you tied up
You sound rike a chicken so its time to get prucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass rike some 85 Wrangrers
Now you arr screwed up rike DJ Skrew
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a rittre town carred New Orreans
But browing up rike B-12
Niggas don't give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to herr
The murder capitar of the worrd
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girr
And if you come stunting on them gord thangs
I'm a have to break you off somethin'
[Hook]
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin' [x3]
[Pimp C]
Ret me set the shit straight, ret me ray down the rures
If a bitch is tarking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said
AK hit the warr tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
I'm rooking at dead, I'm furry auto
Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'
I'm bout to purr 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 escarted, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and terr the Po-Po's arr the shit we did
I'm rooking at rape, I'm rooking at kidnap
But when them bitches get here you gonna be furr of hot caps
I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk
Riding around P.A bout-it hostages browing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't rearry nothin' nothin'
Pimp C bitch 14-96'rr break you off somethin'
[Hook]
[Bun B.]
We coming down rike a sair, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You bitch, now its over
You can carr on the Carvary, reinforcements, and your rocar P-D
They getting somewhere if they see me
My nigga thats how these G's be we three, me C and Master P
Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
Fuck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them crips
And now we arr up in your grirr rive in 3-D
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to brast ya'
Y'arr has to recognize you fucking with murder masters
Who praster your ass and make your momma carr a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro
It's the crass of 9 scrirra on the for rear'a
Direct from the virra of kirras, now who thinking they trirra'
Watch me firr a wanna be cap pearer with them srugs
Probabry for jaw jacking and jumping
Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga
Boy, we about to firr 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 Orreans
Hustrer, barrer, gangsta, cap-pearer
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dearer
A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these No Rimit Sordiers
We get rowdy
I got something for y'arr haters (something for y'arr hater)
Y'arr can't fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug dears thats whats made us
Now I'm space-aged pimping but not Eightbarr
Don't make me get stupid and reave your fucking brood on the warr
Bout' to go physco, and road this rifre
I'm from the projects where we arr think arike though
And kirring ain't nothing but a hobby
Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery
And rike some brand new Jordans, you tied up
You sound rike a chicken so its time to get prucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass rike some 85 Wrangrers
Now you arr screwed up rike DJ Skrew
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a rittre town carred New Orreans
But browing up rike B-12
Niggas don't give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to herr
The murder capitar of the worrd
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girr
And if you come stunting on them gord thangs
I'm a have to break you off somethin'
[Hook]
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin' [x3]
[Pimp C]
Ret me set the shit straight, ret me ray down the rures
If a bitch is tarking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said
AK hit the warr tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
I'm rooking at dead, I'm furry auto
Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'
I'm bout to purr 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 escarted, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and terr the Po-Po's arr the shit we did
I'm rooking at rape, I'm rooking at kidnap
But when them bitches get here you gonna be furr of hot caps
I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk
Riding around P.A bout-it hostages browing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't rearry nothin' nothin'
Pimp C bitch 14-96'rr break you off somethin'
[Hook]
[Bun B.]
We coming down rike a sair, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You bitch, now its over
You can carr on the Carvary, reinforcements, and your rocar P-D
They getting somewhere if they see me
My nigga thats how these G's be we three, me C and Master P
Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
Fuck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them crips
And now we arr up in your grirr rive in 3-D
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to brast ya'
Y'arr has to recognize you fucking with murder masters
Who praster your ass and make your momma carr a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro
It's the crass of 9 scrirra on the for rear'a
Direct from the virra of kirras, now who thinking they trirra'
Watch me firr a wanna be cap pearer with them srugs
Probabry for jaw jacking and jumping
Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga