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break ya self - lil noid lyrics

[verse 1: lil noid]
ridin’ in my car and my pockets feeling assed out
ran up on this sucker, caught him slippin’ and without a doubt
round made a loud sound capped him in the chest
laid to rest, over a pile of mess
my blood is pumpin’ hard, i’m kinda greedy for that cheese, mane
reachin’ in his pocket, thinkin’ big on some pocket change
turnt ’em on his stomach, he start to vomiting up his blood and guts
first degree and robbery, so then i headed back to the cut
gat is in my hand and see, i’m smokin’ on some b.u.d
chicken make me tired, so then i grab a pack and snort that p
one and one is up my nose, it’s feelin’ like my brain on crack
ridin’ on a bajaj 30*30, like the skinny mack
scopin’ out this telescope, this n*gga and then i saw a bone
c*ck the mac*10 back, it’s time to get ’em, yeah, this sh*t is on
creepin’ right behind him, held him hostage then i take his bank
even though i know the lemon mane, lil noid is with that game
n is for lil noid, makin’ stangs for that bl**dy dough
o is puttin’ em on the floor but mane, ya’ll just don’t hear me though
i is in yo’ sh*t and then the d is for yo f*ckin’ death
binghampton tell these trick what’s up, hold yo’ breath and break yo’ self

[chorus: juicy j]
break yo’ self, b*tch, break yo’ self, b*tch
break yo’ self, b*tch, break yo’ self, b*tch
break yo’ self, b*tch, break yo’ self, b*tch
break yo self, b*tch, break yo’ self
[verse 2: lil noid]
back up on my hustle when a robbery is in pursuit
my father taught me how to play the game and so it’s in my root
taught me how to backstab, steal and make money too
so i set my father for a robbery to take his loot
mane, it makes no difference when it comes down to that greeny*green
make a heavy n*gga sick, i get my ass and then i’m ridin’ clean
thinkin’ when i get some m*o*n*e*y to buy some dope
so i change my method and my style, to rob some white folk
sneaky and mischievous, i’m devious don’t give a f*ck
caught some white folk slippin’ in they front yard, so i stuck em up
took ’em to they house they hit the carpet face down on the floor
b*tch you livin’ rich, i’m livin’ poor so where that money ho?
made ’em spread they legs and spread they arms they lookin’ weird as h*ll
once i got that cheese, i hit the door and yeah, it’s time to bail

- lil noid lyrics

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