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Break 'em Off
5,340
Hip-Hop/Rap
Break 'em Off was released on November 1, 1995 by Suave House as a part of the album On Top Of The World
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Release DateNovember 1, 1995
LabelSuave House
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

I come to break you off proper
Spit squasher through the washer on fire
300 And sticky degree 'round the dryer
I'm tighter than vice grippers, cut you like clippers
Your game plan losin' out slippers, how you figure
Your small heart with your big nuts got you pumped up
You fucked up when you bucked up, you outta luck, duck
You ain't my best friend, you's another foe
And bitch, you ain't my main thing, you that other ho
So let me flip the script, hit the clip
Pop it in, take a trip straight through reality
'Cause you don't know the half of the shit that I
Can do to you or what I'm goin' through
Play me up too close and I'll be showin' you
Knowin' you really can't hang with my flavor
But you wants to approach me with misbehavior
I gots my ammo, my gun, we can run, we can fight
I could end your life tonight or we could do this shit right
I ain't wrong, I'm kickin' it back on the phone with Mrs. Jones
She let me know the time that her husband leaves home
Well, it's on, I know he pays the cost to be the boss
But if he makes it home early, I'ma have to break him off
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Mic check, one, two
All respects to the west, big ups to the east
Southside represent, blowin' up like yeast
Obese techniques I speak in each flow
Broke 'em off somethin' proper when I stepped through the door
Give me the mic so I can hype this shit
Cold-blooded like a snake, so you better watch your bitch
I admit no **** can't fade
Peel 'em, kill 'em dead like Raid
Fetch a stretcher, then bring me some competition
Listen to my hallucinating mental visions
Smoke a fat sack, receive instant feedback
Then commence to attack T-Mix track
Leave a trail of broke mics and lovesick hoes
Thick hoes who want dick after every show
But I'm a real ****, break a bitch, college scholar
MJ-fuckin'-G, break 'em off somethin' proper
I bust through steel like it's plastic
Stringin' your ass to death with elastic
Chunk your damn body in a basket and drag it
Down to the motherfuckin' river to give a
Fish a good meal from a damn tight kill
It's the man with his hand on the gun, son
Beamin' straight down on my chrome, dome
All in the way of my infrared
Motherfuckin' dot on your hard-ass head
You scared, I know you don't really wanna show it
You bluffed for too long, now you don't wanna blow it
I know it's hard eatin' concrete crow
But that's the way you came, that's the way you gotta go
There'll be no trick-buster, double-crossers
Call me the dubbin' tricks and the ditch-tosser
MJG has now spoken
Your undermining strategy is broken, stop hopin'
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
It's that **** from the Southside, 8Ball
Much game, true hustler, mack long as the Great Wall
Tennessee, Memphis, Tennessee, precisely
Southern brothers that'll break your ass off politely
Fuck a zag, I need a blunt for my bag
Cut 'em, fill 'em, stick 'em, take a drag then go ag'
On a marshmallow fellow tryin' to check
In a sec, turn to O.J. and cut a **** neck
But back to reality, actually the fact would be
Naturally, it's hard for MC's to see me
Concrete like the street under my feet
Spittin' space-age pimpin' over hype beats
White sheets and ink, record what I think
Chiefin' hay, gettin' blinked 'til my eyes turn pink, uh
Gangsta, gangsta like Cube and Eazy-E
Just a Wild West ****, strapped is the way to be
911 Ain't quicker than my four-nickel
Wettin' chest, so you better not forget your vest
It cost to be the boss in the land of the lost
Sucka free properly, breakin' **** off
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Break it up, break it up (Break him off proper)
Break it down, break it down (Break him off proper)
Written by: M.j. Goodwin, Premro Smith
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