Sean Price, Big Twins, Big Shug - Legbreakers lyrics

It's not a fucking game, you feel me?
You owe me money, I don't play that
Big Shug baby, my man Twin
You understand what I'm saying?
Yeah, let's do this thing man, for real

Two in the morning, walking through the hood
My man got a jux trying to see what's good
Got papi upstairs, heard he got the yayo
Nigga not playing, got it by the kilo
My eyes lit up like I hit the jackpot
Money come faster than selling
That crack rock
Went to the car got the gun out the stash box
Had this one line in my head from 2Pac
I gotta get it, got, gots to get it
Doing this for self 'cause my
Man ain't with it
Knocked on the door, pulled out the four-five
When it's about that cash I be ready to dive
Pop one to the leg


Put the gun to his forehead
Anybody move watch your ass get dead
I know where it's at
Right in back in the room
Go get that shit and I'll be on the move
Yeah legbreakers, so you know we not fakers
Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper
Please pay us, don't ever try to play us
Or we let them things go
With the hollow-point chasers
Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers
Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper
Please pay us, don't ever try to play us
Or we let them things go
With the hollow-point chasers

When you owe me dough, I don't hesitate
I'm hurting ya run up in your spot
Breaking up your furniture
I'm not particular, I'll snap your fibula
You'll be telling me safe numbers
While I be hitting ya
Yes, I'm a bad man, Boston's muscler
Breaking legs for dough is how I hustle ya
I don't got many friends so
I'm short on emotions
So I have no problems with
Throwing you in the ocean
Pay me my money, C notes and more
Or get your head bashed
Through the front door
Ankles broke, pound driven to the floor
Whip you in the face with the
Butt of a forty four
I'm not playing, I'll leave you people laying
This is what happens when
You're late on paying
Whipping asses for cash
Some say it's old school
So I beat your ass first then I use the tool
Frank and Whitey style
Pull your teeth out your head
Throw you in the back of a
Truck wrapped in a bed spread
Front on the dough and get
Your whole crib smoked
Pay me my money or get
Your fucking legs broke yeah

Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers
Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper
Please pay us, don't ever try to play us
Or we let them things go
With the hollow-point chasers
Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers
Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper
Please pay us, don't ever try to play us
Or we let them things go
With the hollow-point chasers

A yo murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Sean Price motherfucker from the, the
The 'Ville
My pops told my moms, I'm as mean as seed
'Cause, I break legs and smoke
All the greenest weed
He forgot to mention, I let the shotgun blast
I don't rock with my pops duke
My pops is ass one, two, y'all check it out
Me wanting two checks before
I deck your mouth
Listen, got my mind on my money
Money on my mind
Hand on my nine par, I'm trying to get mine
When niggas act stupid when the
See the gun cocked
Shmacked with an elephant bone like Ong-Bak
Have my money by the fucking
Time the sun drop i'mma eat your food
What the fuck in your lunchbox?
Man make the money, money make the man
Get whatever
Get my cash or I'm breaking your legs Fam

Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers
Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper
Please pay us, don't ever try to play us
Or we let them things go
With the hollow-point chasers
Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers
Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper
Please pay us, don't ever try to play us
Or we let them things go
With the hollow-point chasers