Break ‘Em Off Somethin’

[Intro]

Come on, break em off somethin'

Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)

Come on break em off somethin'

Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Red light, green light, one, two, three

Tell me why O.P.D. sweatin' me

Is it for the major grip that I'm makin'

Is it for the fact that 'Pac don't be fakin'

Best think before you draw black

I ain't the one to bite my tongue, 2Pacalypse will smoke back

And I don't need a posse, my Glocks like a pocket full of Rockies

Takin' out the cop team

Don't mock me, sucka just jock me

Fifty to the first that can drop me

Better talk it like ya walk it when we swing 'em

Yea little square we can sling 'em

Got a posse you can bring 'em

Watch me, pop, pop, bang, boom, ping 'em

Big D's in the house, pass the crazy horse

'Cause them suckas can't fade me, yeah

[Chorus]

(Yea!, yea Mopreme Shakur, thug life, Outlaw)

Kill a nigga kill a nigga (strictly representing)

Come on, break em off somethin'

Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)

Kill a nigga kill a nigga

Come on break em off somethin'

Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)

[Verse 2: Dub-C]

Now make a make a way here I come with a clip

Dub-C and they got me on some freestyle type shit huh

So nigga go and run hard as you can and take cover

Mad circle mutilate motherfuckers

And I can't stand them niggas in plateaus

Fuck a dancer, I'm hoopin' 'cause my crew don't dance

Khakis and them steel toe boots is how we roll

Madder than a serial killer on a ho stroll

And I don't know about y'all but I'm down to rep

Packin' all these niggas who be dissin' the underground

Motherfuck god, I diss 'em on wax

Catch 'em slippin' backstage start fadin' they ass

Oops there goes that ghetto mentality

The same reason you never see my video on your T.V

'Cause we don't say what they want us to say

Fuck rhythm and blues and the police too, fool

You niggas can't stop me if I gave ya a free steel to the jaw, you still couldn't drop me

So don't try to sneak on that creep tip

'Cause you'll get that ass kicked quick, bitch

So go in the house y'all here comes that crazy nigga

Flippin' on the mailman and innocent bystanders

Suckers will get knocked down

Dub-C bringin' noise from the mother fuckin' underground

[Chorus]

Kill a nigga kill a nigga

Come on, break 'em off somethin'

Yea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)

Kill a nigga, kill a nigga

Come on break 'em off somethin'

Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)

[Bridge: Money B]

Wicked, wicked, in that Oak Town fashion

Wicked, wicked, in that Oak Town fashion

Wicked, wicked, in that Oak Town fashion

Wicked Money B, I am that odical dodge

(Who's bad?)

[Verse 3: Money B]

I'm the worst-est wicked as I wanna be

Stand if you want to, but don't you dare stand in front of me

Daddy Mack trickin', what you did then all fuckin' shit up

Well here's a little more dick for you to suck

And all these years that I be rappin'

Styles that I'll be flashin'

Kind of like Nike, I never have to ask questions

All it takes, is a place, and a place, and a time and a rhyme

If I find ya, you'll be hidin' in my face

I'll be on it like a [?]

Stingin' like a bumble

Out the trunk with this funky attitude

Fuck the humble

Got this stamina to be on the mic

Mashin' in the stance you style's the [?]

I'm about to catch a bulge in my pants

And the bigger the butt, the bigger the nut that I mistrust

I can catch a bum rush layin' in the cut

Like a panther on the prowl, searchin' for agile, don't ask scoop

You're not a now, but I'll tellin' MC how we should

Take ya time, take ya, take ya, take ya time

Mc's take ya time before ya start the rhyme

Yes!

Take ya time, take ya, take ya, take ya time

MC's take ya time before ya start the rhyme

So are you Filthy McNasty? Rappin' too fast

Ask me, I say we slow and flow and roll ya ass

Peace to Down W, Big D, 2Pac, and Mack

Sideways to your momma's house

[Chorus]

Kill a nigga kill a nigga

Come on, break 'em off somethin'

Yea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)

Kill a nigga, kill a nigga

Come on break 'em off somethin'

Yea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)

[Verse 4: Debbie Deb]

I shift the nigga no respect 'fore he plays me

Come off that bullshit fool you can save these

Spare me the comedy fool, you gets no props

And if you think I'm fuckin' around, hear the gun pop

Gotta break your ass off, some of that reality

Niggas don't know about the D to the E to the B

So I start kickin', the funky-ass [?] shit

The shit on the microphone motherfuckers can't fuck with

You want something to play with?

Warm your ass like gum, as I push in the clip pump pump

From a woman's perspective, live from the motherland

[?] my objective

Let this microphone pump, as I pump and stomp huh

To make a fly guy shake they rumps

[?] too much

Money B and W.C. the D.E.B down with the motherfuckin S.T