Break Yourself Lyrics - Singles - Spice 1

Aye yo Spice, all these rich motherfuckers keep going to 

The record stores buyin' these fake ass raps, 

You know what I'm sayin'? 

Yeah, yeah, I hear you byte all that fake shit 

Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit, 

You know what I'm sayin'? 

Ay, man, you still got the Ski mask and them gats 

I'm ready to jack these motherfuckers, I'm ready to break this up 

Yeah, fuck that, let's handle that business 

Huh, yeah, we gotta flow sumptin' funky 

Check it, Spice 1 is fuckin' it up upon the flow 

And if you got the static motherfucker we can go 

My homie Ant Banks got the bass line thumpin' 

Stop a nigga heart 'cause my mouth is a gauge pumpin' 

Spice is on the one and Ant is on the two 

But y'all don't kick it yet because a nigga just ain't trough 

Comin' hard as fuck I be like acin' and I'm icin' 

Steppin' into the ring fuckin' 'em up like Michael Tyson 

Gimme all your cash 'cause I'm about to blast 

And bust 50 bullets in your motherfuckin' ass 

Niggas think I'm crazy 'cause I'm poppin' off at the mouth 

And plus I had the chopper pointed at your damned house 

My name is Spice 1, I be a vicious motherfucker 

Get you for a key and leave you lyin' in the gutter 

And if you think its possible to harm 'em 

I be stickin' my foot up in your ass like it was ? 

So nigga brake yourself and buy the motherfuckin' tape 

The beat'll fuck your ears like a statutory rape 

Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip 

So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherfuckin' clip 

And by the way if you want your life don't take yourself 

Buy the dope ass record and brake yourself 

Huh, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? 

Got MC Ant in the motherfuckin' house 

He came to break these motherfuckers 

Load the clip and handle your business, partner 

A 'n' T is like a motherfuckin' pro in it 

Niggas didn't know that I kick it funky and flow with it 

Straight up out the O A K L A 'n' D 

Coolin' all the bitches when I be on the late night tweak 

Who's that on the corner be stoppin' and starin' to makin' 'em stutter 

Was that MC Ant, the rip-a-rappin' motherfucker 

187 with the 211 and progress 

So get out the shit break bitch because I'll just 

Pistol whip your ass and slam the tape 

I pop if you wanna brake and dump you off in the lake 

Run if you dumb dick I'm quick to pop the clip 

Slip if you wanna slip, I'm tough and won't even trip 

Don't move and you won't get hurt 

Take off your motherfuckin' clothes and put your face in the dirt 

This is a genuine gank move, bitch 

So give me your money and your jewels and make me rich 

Another nigga might play it on a cool tip 

But Ant and Spice won't be takin' no bullshit 

Everything nigga, even your gold tooth 

I knock the motherfucker lose if you want prove 

'Cause I'm down for the mail 

And if it's worth the jail I'm out on bail 

If it ain't given I'll straight up take your wealth 

Tell a motherfucker straight up brake yourself 

Yeah, and that's how we run that shit on this motherfuckin' stage 

Right now, you know what I'm sayin'? 

Ay, Spice, I want you to step to 'em and kick it one more time 

With that gangsta shit 

It's like a G O, and I kick in a bankin' a motherfucker 

So stop at the red light and I just wanted a battle 

Another rich ass nigga on a ego tip 

Give up the Rolex watch ? bitch 

And have ya both in the back of a black hearse 

Bitch, if you want your life give me your fuckin' purse 

This is a Halloween trick or treat 

But if you trick you get beat shut up left dead in the street 

'Cause 187 is runnin' shit up in the house 

Down to shoot you in your motherfuckin' mouth 

And MC Ant of O A K L A 'n' D 

Is with the faculty and S P I see E 

So put the goodies inside the bag 

This ain't a lolly gag stick in my clip and raise him up out his jag 

I let the motherfuckin' 9 click 

Comin' at our dome kickin' funky gangsta shit 

So nigga empty your pocket, pull out your bank roll 

Try to be a hero and let us nut up your ass hole 

'Cause Arnold Schwarzenegger just play parts 

But I specialize in stoppin' nigga's hearts 

187 is sendin' niggas to ghetto heaven 

We beat the funk out your eardrums and keep it revvin' 

So don't pound too hard and fuck up your health 

And by the way drop the Abraham Lincolns and brake yourself 

Yeah 

Motherfucker you wanna spent that money on that bass hip 

You wanna get the bomb, baby 

Yeah, nigga brake yourself and get with the real shit 

Yeah, nigga, MC Ant and Spice in the house 

With Ant Banks on the tracks 

Yeah, Ant Banks in the motherfuckin' house 

187 motherfucker 

Goin' out to all you motherfuckers 

We got the dope shit 

Bustin' caps in your motherfuckin' eardrums 

Straight jackin' it, I'm out