[{"id":10461513,"name":"Break ’em Off Somethin’","trackName":"Break ’em Off Somethin’","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Best of Master P","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(master p)\nBoy, we about to fill they motherf**king head up with this ghetto dope\nTime to break these hoes off somethin'\nGot my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k\nDone hooked up with master p\nWe about to bring this shit across the border\nYa heard me, from texas to new orleans\n\nHustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer\nWho I be, your neighborhood drug dealer\nA young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\nWe get rowdy\nI got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\nY'all can't fade us\nGhetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\nNow I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\nDon't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\nBout' to go physco, and load this rifle\nI'm from the projects where we all think alike though\nAnd killing ain't nothing but a hobby\nDon't me do a f**king 187 robbery\nAnd like some brand new jordans, you tied up\nYou sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\nBy a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\nDon't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\nNow you all screwed up like dj skrew\nDon't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\nGot amphetamines for them dope fiends\nWhere I'm from a little town called new orleans\nBut blowing up like b-12\nNiggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\nThe murder capital of the world\nWhere niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\nAnd if you come stunting on them gold thangs\nI'm a have to break you off somethin'\n\n(hook)\nBreak you off somethin'\nDon't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n\n(pimp c)\n\nLet me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\nIf a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\nPimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\nAk hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\nI'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\nTommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\nNigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\nI'm bout to pull a kickdoe\nI need mo money money mo money money\nTook the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\nNow the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses\nTo go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\nI'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\nBut when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\nI'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\nRiding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\nCause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\nPimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n\nHook\n\n(bun b.)\nWe coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\nJust when you thought it was the beginning\nYou bitch, now it's over\nYou can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\nThey getting somewhere if they see me\nMy nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p\nSipping on gin and kiwi\nF**k popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips\nAnd now we all up in your grill live in 3-d\nWith drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'\nY'all has to recognize you f**king with murder masters\nWho plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor\nDying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro\nIt's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a\nDirect from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'\nWatch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs\nProbably for jaw jacking and jumping\nBitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.48] (master p)\n[00:11.58] Boy, we about to fill they motherf**king head up with this ghetto dope\n[00:14.16] Time to break these hoes off somethin'\n[00:14.83] Got my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k\n[00:15.73] Done hooked up with master p\n[00:17.24] We about to bring this shit across the border\n[00:18.77] Ya heard me, from texas to new orleans\n[00:20.65] Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer\n[00:27.19] Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer\n[00:30.08] A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\n[00:33.93] We get rowdy\n[00:35.66] I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\n[00:38.00] Y'all can't fade us\n[00:39.17] Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\n[00:41.68] Now I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\n[00:44.41] Don't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\n[00:47.17] Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle\n[00:49.90] I'm from the projects where we all think alike though\n[00:53.55] And killing ain't nothing but a hobby\n[00:56.24] Don't me do a f**king 187 robbery\n[00:59.25] And like some brand new jordans, you tied up\n[01:01.87] You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\n[01:04.87] By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\n[01:07.64] Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\n[01:10.98] Now you all screwed up like dj skrew\n[01:13.77] Don't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\n[01:16.78] Got amphetamines for them dope fiends\n[01:19.53] Where I'm from a little town called new orleans\n[01:22.63] But blowing up like b-12\n[01:24.88] Niggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\n[01:28.46] The murder capital of the world\n[01:30.62] Where niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\n[01:34.37] And if you come stunting on them gold thangs\n[01:37.52] I'm a have to break you off somethin'\n[01:40.56] (hook)\n[01:41.60] Break you off somethin'\n[01:42.97] Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n[01:44.03] (pimp c)\n[01:56.86] Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\n[02:02.66] If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\n[02:02.91] Pimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\n[02:05.09] Ak hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\n[02:07.83] I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\n[02:09.62] Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\n[02:12.07] Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\n[02:14.12] I'm bout to pull a kickdoe\n[02:15.94] I need mo money money mo money money\n[02:18.74] Took the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\n[02:21.73] Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses\n[02:24.79] To go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\n[02:27.59] I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\n[02:30.19] But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\n[02:32.86] I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\n[02:35.86] Riding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\n[02:38.83] Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\n[02:42.15] Pimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n[02:44.74] Hook\n[02:50.72] (bun b.)\n[02:55.37] We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\n[02:58.18] Just when you thought it was the beginning\n[03:00.50] You bitch, now it's over\n[03:01.34] You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\n[03:05.00] They getting somewhere if they see me\n[03:06.87] My nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p\n[03:10.76] Sipping on gin and kiwi\n[03:12.87] F**k popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips\n[03:15.97] And now we all up in your grill live in 3-d\n[03:18.53] With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'\n[03:21.90] Y'all has to recognize you f**king with murder masters\n[03:25.03] Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor\n[03:28.00] Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro\n[03:31.02] It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a\n[03:33.83] Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'\n[03:36.94] Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs\n[03:39.74] Probably for jaw jacking and jumping\n[03:42.11] Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga\n[03:43.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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I'm fully auto\n  Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\n  Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\n  I'm bout to pull a kickdoe\n  I need mo money money mo money money\n  Took the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\n  Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses\n  To go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\n  I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\n  But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\n  I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\n  Riding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\n  Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\n  Pimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n\n  Hook\n\n  (bun b.)\n  We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\n  Just when you thought it was the beginning\n  You bitch, now it's over\n  You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\n  They getting somewhere if they see me\n  My nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p\n  Sipping on gin and kiwi\n  F**k popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips\n  And now we all up in your grill live in 3-d\n  With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'\n  Y'all has to recognize you f**king with murder masters\n  Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor\n  Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro\n  It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a\n  Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'\n  Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs\n  Probably for jaw jacking and jumping\n  Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga\n"},{"id":5785037,"name":"Break 'Em Off Somethin'","trackName":"Break 'Em Off Somethin'","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"The Best of Master P","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Master p)\nBoy, we about to fill they motherf**king head up with this ghetto dope\nTime to break these hoes off somethin'\nGot my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k\nDone hooked up with master p\nWe about to bring this shit across the border\nYa heard me, from texas to new orleans\n\nHustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer\nWho I be, your neighborhood drug dealer\nA young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\nWe get rowdy\nI got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\nY'all can't fade us\nGhetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\nNow I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\nDon't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\nBout' to go physco, and load this rifle\nI'm from the projects where we all think alike though\nAnd killing ain't nothing but a hobby\nDon't me do a f**king 187 robbery\nAnd like some brand new jordans, you tied up\nYou sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\nBy a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\nDon't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\nNow you all screwed up like dj skrew\nDon't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\nGot amphetamines for them dope fiends\nWhere I'm from a little town called new orleans\nBut blowing up like b-12\nNiggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\nThe murder capital of the world\nWhere niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\nAnd if you come stunting on them gold thangs\nI'm a have to break you off somethin'\n\n(Hook)\nBreak you off somethin'\nDon't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n\n(Pimp c)\n\nLet me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\nIf a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\nPimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\nAk hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\nI'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\nTommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\nNigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\nI'm bout to pull a kickdoe\nI need mo money money mo money money\nTook the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\nNow the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses\nTo go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\nI'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\nBut when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\nI'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\nRiding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\nCause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\nPimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n\nHook\n\n(Bun b.)\nWe coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\nJust when you thought it was the beginning\nYou bitch, now it's over\nYou can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\nThey getting somewhere if they see me\nMy nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p\nSipping on gin and kiwi\nF**k popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips\nAnd now we all up in your grill live in 3-d\nWith drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'\nY'all has to recognize you f**king with murder masters\nWho plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor\nDying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro\nIt's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a\nDirect from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'\nWatch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs\nProbably for jaw jacking and jumping\nBitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.48] (Master p)\n[00:11.58] Boy, we about to fill they motherf**king head up with this ghetto dope\n[00:14.16] Time to break these hoes off somethin'\n[00:14.83] Got my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k\n[00:15.73] Done hooked up with master p\n[00:17.24] We about to bring this shit across the border\n[00:18.77] Ya heard me, from texas to new orleans\n[00:20.65] Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer\n[00:27.19] Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer\n[00:30.08] A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\n[00:33.93] We get rowdy\n[00:35.66] I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\n[00:38.00] Y'all 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ain't no witnesses\n[02:24.79] To go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\n[02:27.59] I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\n[02:30.19] But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\n[02:32.86] I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\n[02:35.86] Riding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\n[02:38.83] Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\n[02:42.15] Pimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n[02:44.74] Hook\n[02:50.72] (Bun b.)\n[02:55.37] We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\n[02:58.18] Just when you thought it was the beginning\n[03:00.50] You bitch, now it's over\n[03:01.34] You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\n[03:05.00] They getting somewhere if they see me\n[03:06.87] My nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p\n[03:10.76] Sipping on gin and kiwi\n[03:12.87] F**k popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips\n[03:15.97] And now we all up in 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y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\nY'all can't fade us\nGhetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\nNow I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\nDon't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\nBout' to go physco, and load this rifle\nI'm from the projects where we all think alike though\nAnd killing ain't nothing but a hobby\nDon't me do a f**king 187 robbery\nAnd like some brand new jordans, you tied up\nYou sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\nBy a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\nDon't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\nNow you all screwed up like dj skrew\nDon't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\nGot amphetamines for them dope fiends\nWhere I'm from a little town called new orleans\nBut blowing up like b-12\nNiggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\nThe murder capital of the world\nWhere niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\nAnd if you come stunting on them gold thangs\nI'm a have to break you off somethin'\n\n(Hook)\nBreak you off somethin'\nDon't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n\n(Pimp c)\n\nLet me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\nIf a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\nPimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\nAk hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\nI'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\nTommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\nNigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\nI'm bout to pull a kickdoe\nI need mo money money mo money money\nTook the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\nNow the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses\nTo go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\nI'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\nBut when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\nI'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\nRiding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\nCause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\nPimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n\nHook\n\n(Bun b.)\nWe coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\nJust when you thought it was the beginning\nYou bitch, now it's over\nYou can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\nThey getting somewhere if they see me\nMy nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p\nSipping on gin and kiwi\nF**k popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips\nAnd now we all up in your grill live in 3-d\nWith drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'\nY'all has to recognize you f**king with murder masters\nWho plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor\nDying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro\nIt's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a\nDirect from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'\nWatch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs\nProbably for jaw jacking and jumping\nBitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.48] (Master p)\n[00:11.58] Boy, we about to fill they motherf**king head up with this ghetto dope\n[00:14.16] Time to break these hoes off somethin'\n[00:14.83] Got my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k\n[00:15.73] Done hooked up with master p\n[00:17.24] We about to bring this shit across the border\n[00:18.77] Ya heard me, from texas to new orleans\n[00:20.65] Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer\n[00:27.19] Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer\n[00:30.08] A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\n[00:33.93] We get rowdy\n[00:35.66] I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\n[00:38.00] Y'all can't fade us\n[00:39.17] Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\n[00:41.68] Now I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\n[00:44.41] Don't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\n[00:47.17] Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle\n[00:49.90] I'm from the projects where we all think alike though\n[00:53.55] And killing ain't nothing but a hobby\n[00:56.24] Don't me do a f**king 187 robbery\n[00:59.25] And like some brand new jordans, you tied up\n[01:01.87] You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\n[01:04.87] By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\n[01:07.64] Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\n[01:10.98] Now you all screwed up like dj skrew\n[01:13.77] Don't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\n[01:16.78] Got amphetamines for them dope fiends\n[01:19.53] Where I'm from a little town called new orleans\n[01:22.63] But blowing up like b-12\n[01:24.88] Niggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\n[01:28.46] The murder capital of the world\n[01:30.62] Where niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\n[01:34.37] And if you come stunting on them gold thangs\n[01:37.52] I'm a have to break you off somethin'\n[01:40.56] (Hook)\n[01:41.60] Break you off somethin'\n[01:42.97] Don't make me break you off 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somethin'\n  Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n\n  (Pimp c)\n\n  Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\n  If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\n  Pimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\n  Ak hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\n  I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\n  Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\n  Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\n  I'm bout to pull a kickdoe\n  I need mo money money mo money money\n  Took the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\n  Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses\n  To go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\n  I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\n  But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\n  I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\n  Riding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\n  Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\n  Pimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n\n  Hook\n\n  (Bun b.)\n  We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\n  Just when you thought it was the beginning\n  You bitch, now it's over\n  You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\n  They getting somewhere if they see me\n  My nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p\n  Sipping on gin and kiwi\n  F**k popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips\n  And now we all up in your grill live in 3-d\n  With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'\n  Y'all has to recognize you f**king with murder masters\n  Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor\n  Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro\n  It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a\n  Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'\n  Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs\n  Probably for jaw jacking and jumping\n  Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga\n"},{"id":5785038,"name":"Break 'Em Off Somethin'","trackName":"Break 'Em Off Somethin'","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ice Cream Man","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Master p)\nBoy, we about to fill they motherf**king head up with this ghetto dope\nTime to break these hoes off somethin'\nGot my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k\nDone hooked up with master p\nWe about to bring this shit across the border\nYa heard me, from texas to new orleans\n\nHustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer\nWho I be, your neighborhood drug dealer\nA young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\nWe get rowdy\nI got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\nY'all can't fade us\nGhetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\nNow I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\nDon't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\nBout' to go physco, and load this rifle\nI'm from the projects where we all think alike though\nAnd killing ain't nothing but a hobby\nDon't me do a f**king 187 robbery\nAnd like some brand new jordans, you tied up\nYou sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\nBy a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\nDon't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\nNow you all screwed up like dj skrew\nDon't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\nGot amphetamines for them dope fiends\nWhere I'm from a little town called new orleans\nBut blowing up like b-12\nNiggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\nThe murder capital of the world\nWhere niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\nAnd if you come stunting on them gold thangs\nI'm a have to break you off somethin'\n\n(Hook)\nBreak you off somethin'\nDon't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n\n(Pimp c)\n\nLet me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\nIf a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\nPimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\nAk hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\nI'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\nTommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\nNigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\nI'm bout to pull a kickdoe\nI need mo money money mo money money\nTook the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\nNow the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses\nTo go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\nI'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\nBut when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\nI'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\nRiding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\nCause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\nPimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n\nHook\n\n(Bun b.)\nWe coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\nJust when you thought it was the beginning\nYou bitch, now it's over\nYou can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\nThey getting somewhere if they see me\nMy nigga thats 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You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\n  By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\n  Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\n  Now you all screwed up like dj skrew\n  Don't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\n  Got amphetamines for them dope fiends\n  Where I'm from a little town called new orleans\n  But blowing up like b-12\n  Niggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\n  The murder capital of the world\n  Where niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\n  And if you come stunting on them gold thangs\n  I'm a have to break you off somethin'\n\n  (Hook)\n  Break you off somethin'\n  Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n\n  (Pimp c)\n\n  Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\n  If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\n  Pimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\n  Ak hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\n  I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\n  Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\n  Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\n  I'm bout to pull a kickdoe\n  I need mo money money mo money money\n  Took the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\n  Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses\n  To go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\n  I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\n  But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\n  I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\n  Riding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\n  Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\n  Pimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n\n  Hook\n\n  (Bun b.)\n  We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\n  Just when you thought it was the beginning\n  You bitch, now it's over\n  You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\n  They getting somewhere if they see me\n  My nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master 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niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k\nDone hooked up with master p\nWe about to bring this shit across the border\nYa heard me, from texas to new orleans\n\nHustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer\nWho I be, your neighborhood drug dealer\nA young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\nWe get rowdy\nI got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\nY'all can't fade us\nGhetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\nNow I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\nDon't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\nBout' to go physco, and load this rifle\nI'm from the projects where we all think alike though\nAnd killing ain't nothing but a hobby\nDon't me do a f**king 187 robbery\nAnd like some brand new jordans, you tied up\nYou sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\nBy a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\nDon't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\nNow you all screwed up like dj skrew\nDon't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\nGot amphetamines for them dope fiends\nWhere I'm from a little town called new orleans\nBut blowing up like b-12\nNiggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\nThe murder capital of the world\nWhere niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\nAnd if you come stunting on them gold thangs\nI'm a have to break you off somethin'\n\n(Hook)\nBreak you off somethin'\nDon't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n\n(Pimp c)\n\nLet me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\nIf a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\nPimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\nAk hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\nI'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\nTommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\nNigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\nI'm bout to pull a kickdoe\nI need mo money money mo money money\nTook the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\nNow the game is escalted, cause ain't no 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us\n[00:39.17] Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\n[00:41.68] Now I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\n[00:44.41] Don't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\n[00:47.17] Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle\n[00:49.90] I'm from the projects where we all think alike though\n[00:53.55] And killing ain't nothing but a hobby\n[00:56.24] Don't me do a f**king 187 robbery\n[00:59.25] And like some brand new jordans, you tied up\n[01:01.87] You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\n[01:04.87] By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\n[01:07.64] Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\n[01:10.98] Now you all screwed up like dj skrew\n[01:13.77] Don't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\n[01:16.78] Got amphetamines for them dope fiends\n[01:19.53] Where I'm from a little town called new orleans\n[01:22.63] But blowing up like b-12\n[01:24.88] Niggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\n[01:28.46] 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neighborhood drug dealer\n[00:30.08] A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\n[00:33.93] We get rowdy\n[00:35.66] I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\n[00:38.00] Y'all can't fade us\n[00:39.17] Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\n[00:41.68] Now I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\n[00:44.41] Don't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\n[00:47.17] Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle\n[00:49.90] I'm from the projects where we all think alike though\n[00:53.55] And killing ain't nothing but a hobby\n[00:56.24] Don't me do a f**king 187 robbery\n[00:59.25] And like some brand new jordans, you tied up\n[01:01.87] You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\n[01:04.87] By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\n[01:07.64] Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\n[01:10.98] Now you all screwed up like dj skrew\n[01:13.77] Don't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\n[01:16.78] Got amphetamines for them dope fiends\n[01:19.53] Where I'm from a little town called new orleans\n[01:22.63] But blowing up like b-12\n[01:24.88] Niggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\n[01:28.46] The murder capital of the world\n[01:30.62] Where niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\n[01:34.37] And if you come stunting on them gold thangs\n[01:37.52] I'm a have to break you off somethin'\n[01:40.56] (Hook)\n[01:41.60] Break you off somethin'\n[01:42.97] Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n[01:44.03] (Pimp c)\n[01:56.86] Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\n[02:02.66] If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\n[02:02.91] Pimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\n[02:05.09] Ak hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\n[02:07.83] I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\n[02:09.62] Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\n[02:12.07] Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 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Boy, we about to fill they motherf**king head up with this ghetto dope\n  Time to break these hoes off somethin'\n  Got my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k\n  Done hooked up with master p\n  We about to bring this shit across the border\n  Ya heard me, from texas to new orleans\n\n  Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer\n  Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer\n  A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\n  We get rowdy\n  I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\n  Y'all can't fade us\n  Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\n  Now I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\n  Don't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\n  Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle\n  I'm from the projects where we all think alike though\n  And killing ain't nothing but a hobby\n  Don't me do a f**king 187 robbery\n  And like some brand new jordans, you tied up\n  You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\n  By a 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start_ms: 223460\nplain: |-\n  (master p)\n  Boy, we about to fill they motherf**king head up with this ghetto dope\n  Time to break these hoes off somethin'\n  Got my niggas bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k\n  Done hooked up with master p\n  We about to bring this shit across the border\n  Ya heard me, from texas to new orleans\n\n  Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer\n  Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer\n  A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers\n  We get rowdy\n  I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)\n  Y'all can't fade us\n  Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats what's made us\n  Now I'm space-aged pimping but not eightball\n  Don't make me get stupid and leave your f**king blood on the wall\n  Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle\n  I'm from the projects where we all think alike though\n  And killing ain't nothing but a hobby\n  Don't me do a f**king 187 robbery\n  And like some brand new jordans, you tied up\n  You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked\n  By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber\n  Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers\n  Now you all screwed up like dj skrew\n  Don't have my money, nigga f**k you and your boo\n  Got amphetamines for them dope fiends\n  Where I'm from a little town called new orleans\n  But blowing up like b-12\n  Niggas don't give a f**k cause they quick to send your ass to hell\n  The murder capital of the world\n  Where niggas don't give a f**k about you, your boy, or your girl\n  And if you come stunting on them gold thangs\n  I'm a have to break you off somethin'\n\n  (hook)\n  Break you off somethin'\n  Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)\n\n  (pimp c)\n\n  Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules\n  If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze\n  Pimp c bitch now what the f**k you said\n  Ak hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f**king bed\n  I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto\n  Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go\n  Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'\n  I'm bout to pull a kickdoe\n  I need mo money money mo money money\n  Took the keys, took the cheese, and f**ked his main hunny, hunny\n  Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses\n  To go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did\n  I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap\n  But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps\n  I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk\n  Riding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk\n  Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'\n  Pimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'\n\n  Hook\n\n  (bun b.)\n  We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover\n  Just when you thought it was the beginning\n  You bitch, now it's over\n  You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d\n  They getting somewhere if they see me\n  My nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p\n  Sipping on gin and kiwi\n  F**k popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips\n  And now we all up in your grill live in 3-d\n  With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'\n  Y'all has to recognize you f**king with murder masters\n  Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor\n  Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro\n  It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a\n  Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'\n  Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs\n  Probably for jaw jacking and jumping\n  Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga\n"}]