Money B - Break 'Em Off Somethin' lyrics

[Produced by Deon Evans] [Intro] 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) [Verse 1: 2Pac] Red light, green light, one, two, three Tell me why O.P.D. sweatin' me Is it for the major Crip that I'm makin' Is it for the fact that 'Pac don't be fakin' Think before you talk 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, s**a just jock me Fifty to the first that can drop me Better talk it like we 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, pa** the crazy Of course cause them s**az can't fade me Yea! [Chorus] (Yea!, yea Mopreme Shakur, thug life, Outlaw) k** a n***a k** a n***a (strictly representing) Come on, break em off somethin' Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style) k** a n***a k** a n***a Come on break em off somethin' Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style) [Verse 2: Dub-C] Now make a make a way here I come with a clip Dub-C and they got me on some freestyle type sh** huh So n***a go and run hard as you can and take cover Mad circle mutilate motherf**ers And I can't stand them n***as in [?] f** a dancer, I'm hoopin' cuz my crew don't dance Khakis and them steel toe boots is how we roll Madder than a serial k**er on a hoe stroll And I don't know about y'all but I'm down to rep Packin' all these n***as who be dissin' the underground Motherf** god, I diss 'em on wax Catch 'em slippin' backstage start fadin' they a** Oops there goes that ghetto mentality The same reason you never see my video on your T.V Cuz we don't say what they want us to say f** rhythm and blues and the police too fool You n***as 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 Cuz you'll get that a** kicked quick b**h So go in the house y'all here comes that crazy n***a flippin' on the mailman and innocent bystanders s**ers will get knocked down Dub-C bringin' noise from the mother f**in' underground [Chorus] k** a n***a k** a n***a Come on, break 'em off somethin' Yea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky funky style) k** a n***a, k** a n***a Come on break 'em off somethin' Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style) [Bridge: Money B] 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?) [Verse 3: Money B] 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 f**in' sh** up Well here's a little more dick for you to s** 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 f** the humble Got this stamina to be on the mic Mashin' in the stance with the stylist boots I'm a bout to catch a bulge in my pants And the bigger the bu*t, the bigger the nut That I mistrust I can catch a bum rush Layin' in the cut, like a panther on the prowl So 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 a** Peace to Down W, Big D, 2Pac, and Mack Sideways to your mommas house [Chorus] k** a n***a k** a n***a Come on, break 'em off somethin' Yea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky funky style) k** a n***a, k** a n***a Come on break 'em off somethin' Yea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky funky style) [Verse 4: Deb-E] I shift the n***a no respect 'fore he plays me Come off that bullsh** fool you can save these [?] you gets no props And if you think I'm f**in' around, hear the gun pop Gotta break your a** off, some of that reality n***as don't know about the D to the E to the B So I start kickin', the funky a** [?] sh** The sh** on the microphone motherf**ers can't f** with You want something to play with? Warm your a** like gum As I push in the clip pump pump From a woman's perspective Live from the motherland, here's my objective Let this microphone pump As I pump and stomp huh To make a fly guy gotta shake they rumps [?] too much Money B and W.C. the D.E.B down with the motherf**in S.T