Break 'em Lyrics - Sparta - M.o.p.

Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope 

Time to break these hoes off somethin' 

Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp see, 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 Orleans 

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer 

Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer 

A young nigga that's bout it, I mean these No Limit Soldiers 

We get rowdy 

I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater) 

Y'all can't fade us 

Ghetto cheese and drug deals that's what's made us 

Now I'm space-aged pimping but not Eightball 

Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall 

Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle 

I'm from the projects where we all think alike though 

And killing ain't nothing but a hobby 

Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery 

And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up 

You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked 

By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber 

Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers 

Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew 

Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo 

Got amphetamines for them dope fiends 

Where I'm from a little town called New Orleans 

But blowing up like be -12 

Niggas don't give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell 

The murder capital of the world 

Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl 

And if you come stunting on them gold thangs 

I'm a have to break you off somethin' 

Break you off somethin' 

Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3) 

Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules 

If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze 

Pimp see bitch now what the fuck you said 

AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed 

I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto 

Tomorrow I got court, I ain't gonna go 

Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64' 

I'm bout to pull 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 escalted, cause ain't no witnesses 

To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the shit we did 

I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap 

But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps 

I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk 

Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk 

Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin' 

Pimp see bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin' 

Break you off somethin' 

Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3) 

We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover 

Just when you thought it was the beginning 

You bitch, now its over 

You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D 

They getting somewhere if they see me 

My nigga that's how these G's be we three, me see and Master P 

Sipping on Gin and Kiwi 

Fuck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them clips 

And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D 

With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya' 

Y'all has to recognize you fucking with murder masters 

Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor 

Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro 

It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a 

Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla' 

Watch me fill a want to be cap pealer with them slugs 

Probably for jaw jacking and jumping 

Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga