(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(Breaker, breaker) --] RZA
Yeah yeah
Soul Assa**ins 2G's
And you can swing on these
One time
Go somethin like this
(Break it up, break it up)
Yo, it's the anti-thug with the anti-dote
Soul Assa**inator with the razor to your throat
Crowd motivator with the upgrader data
Put your d** in the air, DJ Muggs is on the fader
'Coolin in Cali', I'm Hollywood-swingin
Push a burgundy 7 with the wheels bling-blingin
Stereo pumpin, keep your bell ringin
Step up and say somethin, leave you swelled up and stingin
Like a fat b**h with a sun burn
When you gon' learn? Yo, I go back like Chick Hearns
I'm shot-callin, I'm play-makin
Tell me who's ballin, I tell you who's fakin
(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(Breaker, breaker)
Yeah yeah
(Yo, break it up, break it up)
I say stop - hey - wait, hold on
I'll do you like BDP did PM Dawn
I crept on you, slept on you, style that I hustle
If you wanna flex, punk, make a muscle
Def Jams like Russell once he left Rick Rubin
Linked up like a Cuban, where the f** you been?
Here's a little story that must be told
'bout a crew that'll f** around and k** your soul
When we roll up in the cut they put the party on hold
Cause we got millions sold and the money we fold
It's outlandish, yo, it's disgustin
s**ers duckin from the shots we bustin
It's like that
(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(Breaker, breaker)
(Yo, break it up, break it up)