Breaker 1, Breaker 2 Lyrics - Singles - Def Squad

Intro/hook 

A breaker 1,a breaker 2 

Repeat x 7 

(erick sermon) 

I be the don up in this motherf-----(ha ha) 

I puts it down,i rock 'scapes 

I roll bounce to the ounce(die-i!) 

I bring dat physical front(aha) 

Believe it I function the paraplegic 

So teach it like if he was playin backgammon 

A new sheriff in town and not reggie hammond 

I pack a cannon .38 snuff nose 

Not for shootin use it for executin 

Lames out there callin my name 

For fame,change ya plan punk refrain 

This tune leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupid 

Dumb and dumber all this summer 

A newcomer,yeah I take em to check out the avenue 

Me and my crew went through 

Wooh!ah-ah!word is born!word is born! 

(redman) 

I said "come on!"(come on!),"come on!"(come on!) 

We's the posse pair so some niggas can get done on 

I'm not the one to funnel,i'm lyrically inclined 

Seriously devine,whatever we g is crime 

Ha!i take it down,make it clear and in your bare lair 

Leaving critical as sang elsewhere 

You wanna get jig-dafied-what it all means 

For such,i tote glocks in akarl jeans 

For all means necer-ssary,my blood vessels 

Turns to .38 specials and cause wind pressures 

I be blowin like I'm mr.cool,the invincible 

Keepin my court trials municipal 

The principal my next class will teach you how to roll blunts 

Pick up (aah!),buda and mex tags 

Fifty the less,mo' vex,the soviets 

Another co-nnect on my rolodex 

I met my smokin vex,i keep my lyrics smack-daddo 

Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal 

Next up I believe that's keith 

Why don't ya get on the mic and rock the symphony 

(keith murray) 

Well it's the 16-bar slaughterer,telepathical brain murderer 

Comin with the sh-t you never heard 

Ask yourself the very same question 

Which crew is f-----g with this squad in this profession 

Your mic's in my possession,i crush you with aggression 

An' I ain't talkin for niggas that learn a lesson 

So why should I sit around and let this fake --- pass my eye 

Fake niggas f-----g up my eye 

Filthy with nasty it's the slog for the job 

Forget any clan said "who squad the mob? " 

Tired of beat-down,shot up and robbed 

Niggas askin why,it's my motherf----n job 

How many ways can I say "i just don't give a f---!" 

Runnin niggas over in every truck 

But my motto is "f---!get the bottle!pass the bottle!" 

Bad luck had ya stuck,uh 

I crash ya brain and smash ya spine 

Yeah another hard one to find