Break 'Em Off Somethin'

[Intro: Master 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 C, 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

[Verse 1: Master P]

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-peeler

Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer

A young nigga thats 'bout it

I mean these No Limit Soldiers, we get rowdy

I got somethin' for y'all haters (somethin' 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 pimpin' but not Eightball

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

'Bout to go psycho, and load this rifle

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

And killin' ain't nothin' but a hobby

Don't make me do a fuckin' 1-8-7 robbery

And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up

You sound like a chicken so it's 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 Screw

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 blowin' up like B-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 stuntin' on them gold thangs

I'mma have to break you off somethin'

[Chorus: Master P]

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin'

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin'

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin'

[Verse 2: Pimp C]

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

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

Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said

AK hit the wall tore the stuffin' out the fuckin, bed

I'm lookin' at dead, I'm fully auto

Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go

Nigga owe me money, thinkin' 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 escalated, 'cause ain't no witnesses

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

I'm lookin' at rape, I'm lookin' at kidnap

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

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

Ridin' around P.A bout-it hostages blowin' skunk

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

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

[Chorus: Master P]

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin'

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin'

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin'

[Verse 3: Bun B]

We comin' down like a sail, in that goddamn rover

Just when you thought it was the beginnin' you bitch, now it's over

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

They gettin' somewhere if they see me

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

Sippin' on Gin and Kiwi

Fuck poppin' in your CD, bitch we poppin' 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 fuckin' with murder masters

Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor

Dyin' 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 thinkin' they trilla'

Watch me fill a wanna be cap-peeler with them slugs

Probably for jaw-jackin' and jumpin'

Bitch don't make me break you off somethin'

Nigga

[Chorus: Master P]

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin'

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin'

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin'

[Outro: Master P]

And for all y'all motherfuckin'

Niggas that's rappin' about niggas on records

Real niggas don't rap about niggas on records

Y'all hoes

And hoes talk shit

Niggas know who the real fuckin' Ice Cream Man is

'Cause broke niggas talk shit

I could never talk about a nigga on a record

You heard?

It's No Limit for life

Any nigga run up

Gettin' his motherfuckin' wig twisted

Ha ha, you heard?

Don't make me break you off somethin'