You Can't Break Me Lyrics - Big Tymers

Ah, true story 

Fo' shoeezy 

Who rock shit that you never seen before? 

The charge goes to me, then Mike, then the store 

Two way beepers with built in speakers 

Three inch woofers one inch tweezers 

The one and only Mac like Roni 

Sharp like my bitch and pretty like Tony 

Trucks big leather room table beds 

Siberian tiger spreads 

The call me Emmit 'cuz I only ride twenty two's 

Emmit Smith number twenty two get it dude 

Smoke so much body smell like weed 

Get cut Cristal is what I bleed 

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Got money then bitch come early 

Got a Benz that come out in 2030 

Cardel frames that make me look nerdy 

Now who's the baller now whardie 

Go on hate me you can't break me 

Usta ride new shit but not none lately 

Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools? 

84 cutlass with the European light fools 

Go on hate me you can't break me 

Usta ride new shit but not none lately 

Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools? 

84 cutlass with the European light fools 

Give me a dove and watch how I flip the bitch 

One, two, three, four, five slick, uno, dose 

Bentleys and Rovers, Jags, Hummers, Rags it's over 

Put the kit up nigga lets break it down 

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Hit the curb bust the tires I'm fucked up now 

Whip my wheel twenty inches 

Catch my thrills I've been pimpin' 

Look ice my life fuck what's right 

Twenty on the four wheel will fit it tight 

Donuts in a truck, Corvette lights on a pickup 

Baby girl on the bus jump off 

Step on Ealton and Cleave break her off 

Bentleys on Gold D's 

Nigga say I'm trippin' but you niggaz gotta let me be me 

Woodie let this life, Woodie I done earned my stripes 

I'm Goldie I'm a pimp for life, I'm Platinum let me shoot the dice 

Go on hate me, you can't break me 

Usta ride new shit but not none lately 

Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools? 

84 cutlass with the European light fools 

Go on hate me, you can't break me 

Usta ride new shit but not none lately 

Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools? 

84 cutlass with the European light fools 

Look, I push a kitted tinted Lex, steering wheel on the right 

Bubble eye eggshell with the extra pipes 

Rich nigga I got money to buy an extra life 

Now I'm gonna mind hell tryin' to live trife 

So it's my life to life with three strikes on me 

With a four five on my six to get the lights off me 

Like I'm a seven figga nigga drinkin' ice on me 

And for eight to nine years ten been the price for a key 

I got some shit why not stunt? 

This is much bigger then broke niggas with gold fronts 

Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz got 

Quarters on my trucks and a Hatch full of punch 

Got a Bentley and a Jag nigga 

With some twenty inch Mag nigga 

License plate says bad nigga 

Got a new bike chromed and stretched 

Got a 50 for my son that I love to death 

Go on hate me, you can't break me 

Usta ride new shit but not none lately 

Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools? 

84 cutlass with the European light fools 

Go on hate me, you can't break me 

Usta ride new shit but not none lately 

Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools? 

84 cutlass with the European light fools 

Go on hate me, you can't break me 

Usta ride new shit but not none lately 

Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools? 

84 cutlass with the European light fools 

Go on hate me, you can't break me 

Usta ride new shit but not none lately 

Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools? 

84 cutlass with the European light fools