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break 'em off somethin' - 2pac lyrics

[produced by deon evans]

[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, p-ss the crazy horse
’cause them suckaz can’t fade me, yeah

[chorus]
(yea!, yea mopreme shakur, thug life, outlaw)
k!ll a n-gga k!ll a n-gga (strictly representing)
come on, break em off somethin’
yea, come on break em off somethin’ (with that funky funky style)
k!ll a n-gga k!ll a n-gga
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 sh-t huh
so n-gga go and run hard as you can and take cover
mad circle mutilate motherf-ckers
and i can’t stand them n-ggas in [?]
f-ck 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 k!ller on a hoe stroll
and i don’t know about y’all but i’m down to rep
packin’ all these n-ggas who be dissin’ the underground
motherf-ck god, i diss ’em on wax
catch ’em slippin’ backstage start fadin’ they -ss
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
f-ck rhythm and blues and the police too fool
you n-ggas 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 -ss kicked quick b-tch
so go in the house y’all here comes that crazy n-gga flippin’ on the mailman and innocent bystanders
suckers will get knocked down
dub-c bringin’ noise from the mother f-ckin’ underground

[chorus]
k!ll a n-gga k!ll a n-gga
come on, break ’em off somethin’
yea, come on break ’em off somethin’ (with that funky funky style)
k!ll a n-gga, k!ll a n-gga
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 f-ckin’ sh-t up
well here’s a little more d-ck 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 att-tude
f-ck the humble
got this stamina to be on the mic
mashin’ in the stance with the stylist boots
i’m a bout to catch a bulge in my pants
and the bigger the b-tt, the bigger the nut
that i mistrust
i can catch a bum rush
layin’ in the cut, like a panther on the prowl
so 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 -ss
peace to down w, big d, 2pac, and mack
sideways to your mommas house

[verse 4: deb-e]
i shift the n-gga no respect ‘fore he plays me
come off that bullsh-t fool you can save these
[?] you gets no props
and if you think i’m f-ckin’ around, hear the gun pop
gotta break your -ss off, some of that reality
n-ggas don’t know about the d to the e to the b
so i start kickin’, the funky -ss [?] sh-t
the sh-t on the microphone motherf-ckers can’t f-ck with
you want something to play with?
warm your -ss like gum
as i push in the clip pump pump
from a woman’s perspective
live from the motherland, here’s my objective
let this microphone pump
as i pump and stomp huh
to make a fly guy gotta shake they rumps
[?] too much
money b and w.c. the d.e.b down with the motherf-ckin s.t

- 2pac lyrics

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