2Pac, WC, Debbie Deb, Money B - Break ‘Em Off Somethin’ (OG Version) lyrics

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)

Red light, green light, one, two, three
Tell me why OPD 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, pass the crazy horse
'Cause them suckas can't fade me, yeah

(Yea!, yea Mopreme Shakur, thug life, Outlaw)
Kill a nigga kill a nigga
(strictly representing)
Come on, break em off somethin'
Yea, come on break em off somethin'
(with that funky, funky style)
Kill a nigga kill a nigga
Come on break em off somethin'
Yea, come on break em off somethin'
(with that funky, funky style)

Now make a make a way here I come with a clip
Dub-C and they got me on
Some freestyle type shit huh
So nigga go and run hard as
You can and take cover
Mad circle mutilate motherfuckers
And I can't stand them niggas in plateaus
Fuck 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 killer on a ho stroll
And I don't know about y'all
But I'm down to rep
Packin' all these niggas who
Be dissin' the underground
Motherfuck god, I diss 'em on wax
Catch 'em slippin' backstage start
Fadin' they ass
Oops there goes that ghetto mentality
The same reason you never see
My video on your TV
'Cause we don't say what they
Want us to say
Fuck rhythm and blues and the police too
Fool
You niggas 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 ass kicked quick
Bitch
So go in the house y'all
Here comes that crazy nigga
Flippin' on the mailman
And innocent bystanders
Suckers will get knocked down
Dub-C bringin' noise from the
Mother fuckin' underground

Kill a nigga kill a nigga
Come on, break 'em off somethin'
Yea, come on break 'em off somethin'
(with that funky, funky style)
Kill a nigga, kill a nigga
Come on break 'em off somethin'
Yea, come on break em off somethin'
(with that funky, funky style)

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?)

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 fuckin' shit up
Well here's a little more dick
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 attitude
Fuck the humble
Got this stamina to be on the mic
Mashin' in the stance you style's the
I'm about to catch a bulge in my pants
And the bigger the butt
The bigger the nut that I mistrust
I can catch a bum rush layin' in the cut
Like a panther on the
Prowl, searchin' for 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 ass
Peace to Down W, Big D, 2Pac, and Mack
Sideways to your momma's house

Kill a nigga kill a nigga
Come on, break 'em off somethin'
Yea, come on break 'em off somethin'
(with that funky, funky style)
Kill a nigga, kill a nigga
Come on break 'em off somethin'
Yea, come on break 'em off somethin'
(with that funky, funky style)

I shift the nigga no respect
'fore he plays me
Come off that bullshit fool
You can save these
Spare me the comedy fool, you gets no props
And if you think I'm fuckin' around
Hear the gun pop
Gotta break your ass off
Some of that reality
Niggas don't know about the D to
The E to the B
So I start kickin', the funky-ass shit
The shit on the microphone
Motherfuckers can't fuck with
You want something to play with?
Warm your ass like gum
As I push in the clip pump pump
From a woman's perspective
Live from the motherland
My objective
Let this microphone pump
As I pump and stomp huh
To make a fly guy shake they rumps
Too much
Money B and WC the DEB
Down with the motherfuckin ST