2Pac — Break Em Off Somethin

[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 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 [Chorus] (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) [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 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 T.V '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 [Chorus] 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) [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 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 4: Debbie Deb] 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 W.C. the D.E.B down with the motherfuckin S.T