Master P - Break You Off lyrics
rate mefeat. 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
