Master P

Master P - Break You Off lyrics

rate me

feat. Alley Boy Fat Trel

Hustler, baller, gangsta, camp theater

Who I be? Your neighborhood drug dealer

A young nigga that’s ‘bout it

These no limit soldiers, we get rowdy

I got something for y’all haters, y’all can’t say this

Ghetto G’s and drug deals that well made us

Now I’m space age pimping but not 8 ball

No really, you’re stupid to leave your fucking blood on the wall

Bout to go psycho, and load this riffle

I’m from the … where we all dang a light go

And killing ain’t nothing but a hobby

Don’t make me do a fucking 1-87 robbery

Like some brand new John, you tied up

You sound like a chicken so it’s time to get plucked

Vile gangsta, keep one up in the chamber

Don’t make me wear your ass like some 85 wrangler

Now you all screwed up like DJ Screw

Ain’t got my money nigga? Fuck you and your boo

Got them ‘phetamines for the dope fiends

Where I’m from? A little town called New Orleans

But blowing up like V12

Where niggas don’t give a fuck ‘cause they quick to send your ass to hell

The murder capital of the world

When niggas don’t give a fuck about you, your boy or your girl

And if you come stunting on ‘em gold thangs

I’mma have to break you off something

Break you off something

Don’t make me break you off something

Latest set, this shit’s great and about working here too

Louis V mob nigga, matched the belt with his shoes

Before the brick niggas gone off your head

AK he’s the one got them youngins aiming at your head

We looking for work up in the auto

Tomorrow I got money looking for them

My soldiers hungry, got it on me

You know we put it on you

Play nigga in my city, we hit licks for a living

No limit, we done take these niggas all in they feelings

We bout to break these niggas off

Run up in their house

Keep my name out your mouth, or we air this bitch out

Louie V mob nigga

Break a mouth nigga,

Five bands on your man, we gonna get you lost nigga

Break you off something

Don’t make me break you off something

Break you off something

Don’t make me break you off something

I’m a gangsta, baller, hustler, cat pillar

I’m a district of Columbia, thug nigga

Fuck what you talking ‘bout, hopping out with them lamas out

I told my mom I’m dropping out and I’m moving out

Don’t run your mouth ‘cause I’ll come and see what you truly bout

The only Louie Mob nigga that ain’t from the South

You don’t know how I rock, you only know I roll

I know my money long, I know my money’s on

I know I keep it coming, money pow, money grow

I keep a dummy stack, tracking where my money go

Living fast, I just hope that I’mma die slow

With a pocket full of motherfucking bank rolls

Break you off something

Don’t make me break you off something

Break you off something

Don’t make me break you off something

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