The Beatnuts - 2-3 Break lyrics

[Psycho Les] People call me the drunk, off the thick funk Just to prove I'm?luida? bag your whole start like?meshuda? Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple We get caught, it's strictly mental A stone crook, I don't go by the book You can't fool me with your gangsta look I've truncated??? on my turf for wet pay When I roll a blunt, they'd better roll away Out, and don't try talking bold Cause I'll smack you with a bat just like "Walking Tall" What? You punk, who's gonna defend you? When I bumrush your a** and stick an icepick in you Quick, your b**h caught a splinter from my dick Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc- Donald's, the bed slammer again stick 'em both With my king-size dick, and Donna King sized hand again *gunshot* "2, 3, Break!" [Fashion] I go so much of this style coming from my lips while Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherf**ing sh** piles Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain't a proper Drop a, hollow-point shelly on a copper Let 'em f**ing know who's Kool where I'm coming from Slept for a while on my style now I'm stunning 'em Bagging 'em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean Cause all I ever want is fame, b**hes, and the green Seen crazy n***as get lost in the shuffle With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble Ta-dow, now, that's how it's falling Whether I'm hitting skins or motherf**ing ballin Hanging with my crew on the Peaksk** plain I throw my sh** when laying a b**h so get off my dick Trick, you know my style, no it ain't no use Cause I keep your hoes wet like a f**ing douche *gunshot* "2, 3, Break!" [JuJu] Taking 'em out, no ha**, I be the owner of my rhymes Will make n***as collapse into a coma Product of a concrete hell, I'm on a mission Deadly with intent to shell the opposition f**ing with this flow, come on, yo that's treason n***as f** around and get shot for no reason Junkyard n***a, represent everytime Corona's in the house and yo Gab! (Bust and rip the sk**s!) [Gab] My rhymes wake up to a 9.4, ready for war Come up, I false my fronts with your spinal chord Before I got the drive, I possess and tox And I'm trying to survive under a cyanide landslide But that ain't nothing like a penny anymore Cause I a**ault n***as who couldn't launch sh** with catapaults So if you ever hear the name Gab One Don't even sweat it, the worst hasn't even begun [JuJu] Word up, it's like that, Beatnus, Triflicts in the house, kid 19, and one, you know what I'm saying? Word