Lyrics 8Ball & MJG

8Ball & MJG

Break'em Off

I've come to break you off proper

Swish swasher through the washer

On fire, 360 degrees around the dryer

I'm tighter, the vicegrippers cut you like Your game plan loses how you figure

Your small heart with your big nuts got you pumped up

You fucked up when you bucked up, you out of luck, duck

You ain't my best friend, you's another foe

And bitch you ain't my main thing, you that other hoe

So, let me flip the script, hit the clip

Pop it in, take a trip straight through reality

Cause you don't know the half of the

Shit that I could do to you or what I'm going to

Play me up too close and I'll be showing you

Knowing you really can't hang with my flavor

But you wants to approach me with misbehavior

I gots my ammo, my gun – we can run, we can fight

I could end your life tonight or we could do this shit right

I ain't wrong, I'm kickin' it back on the phone with Mrs. Jones

She lets me know the time when her husband leaves home

Well it's on, I know he pays the cost to be the boss

But if he makes it home early, I'ma have to break him off

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

All respects to the west, big ups to the east

Southside represent, blowing up like Jesus

On these techniques I speak, in each flow

Broke 'em off something proper when I stepped through the door

Give me the mic so I can hype this shit

Cold blooded like a snake, so you better watch your bitch

I admit, no nigga can't fade

Deal 'em, kill 'em dead, like Fetch her, stretch her, then bring me some competition

Listen to my hallucinated mental vision

Smoke a fat sack, we see distant feedback

Then commence to attack, T-Mix track

Leave a trail of broke mics and lovesick hoes

Thick hoes who want dick after every show

But I'm a real nigga, break a bitch collar, scholar

MJG, break 'em off something proper

I bust through steel like it's plastic

Strangle your ass to death with elastics

Trunk your damn body in a basket and drag it

Damn to the motherfucking river, to give a

Fish a good meal from a type kill

It's the man with his hand on the gun

Sun beaming straight down on my chrome

Dome all in the way of my infrared

Motherfucking dot on your hard ass head

You're scared, I know you don't really want to show it

You bluffed for too long, now you don't want to blow it

I know it's hard, even concrete crumbles

Buts that's the way you came, that's the way you gotta go

There'll be no trick busta, double crosses

Call me the

MJG has now spoken

Your under-minded strategy is broken, stop hoping

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

It's that nigga from the southside – 8Ball

Much game, true hustler, mack as long as the gray wall

Tennessee – Memphis, Tennessee precisely

Southern brothers gotta break yo' ass off politely

Fuck a zag, I need a blunt from my bag

Cut 'em, fill 'em, stick 'em, take a drag – then go At a marshmallow fellow – tried to check

In a sec, turned to O.J. and cut a nigga neck

But back to reality, actually

The fact would be naturally

It's hard for MC's to see me

Concrete, like the street under my feet

Spittin' space age pimpin' over hyped beats

White sheets and ink record what I think

Chief and hay getting blinked 'til my eyes turn pink

Gangsta Gangsta like Cube and Eazy-E

This the wild west, nigga – strapped is the way to be

911 ain't quicker than my So you better not forget your vest

It costs to be the boss in the land of the lost

Sucker free, properly breaking niggas off

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper

Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper