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[Featuring U.G.K.] Klebefolie drucken [Master P] Boy we bout ta fill they motherfukin heads up wit this ghetto dope Time to break these hoes of somethin My nigga bunk B, Pimp C, I mean U.G.K. Hooked up wit Paster P, we bout ta break this shit cross border! Ya heard me! From Texas to New Orleans Hustla, balla, gangsta, cap peala Who I be? Your neighbahood drug deala A young nigga that's bout it {bout it} Schmuck basteln I mean we No Limit Soldiers Who get Rowdy! I got sumthin fo y'll haters {Sumthin fo' y'all haters} Y'all can't fade us, ghetto tears and drug deals that was made us Now I'm Stage "A" pimpin, but not eight-ball Don't make me get stupid and leave yo' fuckin blood on the wall Bout ta go pyscho, {psycho} And load this rifle {load this rifle} I'm from the projects were we all thank alike though Plakat Druck And killen ain't nuthin but a hobby Don't make me do a fuckin one eight seven robbery Like some brand new Jordans you tied up You sound like the chicken so it's time to get plucked By a Gangsta, keep one up in da chamber Don't make me wear yo ass like some 85 wranglers Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew Don't have my money nigga fuck you in your boots Got the fed of me, fo them dope fiends Espressomaschine Where I from? A little town called New Orleans But blowin up like B-12 {B-12} Niggaz don't give a fuck cause they quick to send yo ass to hell The murder capitol of the world Where niggaz don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl! And if you come stunnin on them gold Daytons I'ma have to break you off somethin! Break You Of Somethin Don't make me break you of somethin Visitenkarten Druck (repeat 3X) [Pimp C] Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules. If a bitch is talkin shit, then that bitch gon have to snooze Pimp C, bitch now what the fuck you said? A-K hit the wall tore the stuffin out the fuckin bed I'm lookin at fed, I'm pullin auto Tommorow I got quarter ain't gon' fo Nigga oh me money thankin this shit bought a six four Kokola I'm bout ta pull a kick door, I need mo money, money, mo money, money Took the keys, took the cheese and fucked his man honey honey Now the games has escalated, cause ain't no witnesses To go back and tell thhe Po Po's all the shit we did I'm lookin at rape, I'm lookin at kidnap But when the bitches get here they gone be full of hot caps I'm breakin the bitches off, put them in the trunk! Riden around P-A bout it hostages bout it hostages blowin skunk Cause gettin rid of enemys ain't really nothin nothin Hagen Wohnung Pimp C bitch 14-96 will break you of somethin Break you of somethin Don't make me break you of somethin (repeat 2X) [Bun B] We comin down like the cell and that God Damn rover Just when you thought it was the beginning Ya bitch no it's over! You can call all the calvary, des kaisers neue kleider Renforcements, and Yo local P-D They gettin somewhere if they see me My nigga thats how these G's be We 3, Me, C and Master P Sippin on Gin and Kiwi Fuck poppin in yo C-B, Bitch we poppin in the clear And now we all up in you grill live in 3-d, Wit Drama Disaster, and Debt when you make me have to blast ya You has to recegnize you fuckin wit murda masters Who blast ya yo ass And make you mama call the pastor, die fasta Then you thought, no that's yo ass bro It's a class up, nine scrilla on the fo rilla Direct from the villa of killas, now who fakin the trilla? Watch me filla wannabe Cap pilla, wit them slugs Filen fo Joe's, Jackin and jumpin Bitch, don't make break you of somethin, nigga!!! Break em off somethin Don't make me break you of somethin (repeat 5X) [Master P] And for all y'all motherfuckin niggaz that's rappin about niggaz on records Y'all hoes and hoes talk shit Niggaz know who the real fuckin Ice Cream Man is Cause broke niggaz talk shit! I could never talk about a nigga on a record, you heard me! It's No Limit for life! Any nigga run up, get his motherfuckin wig twisted, you heard me! Don't make me break you off somethin
