2Pac – Break ‘Em Off Somethin’ – Feat. Money-B, W.C., Deb E

2Pac – Break ‘Em Off Somethin’ – Feat. Money-B, W.C., Deb E

Date : 1991, Originally recorded for 2Pacalypse Now
Producer : Big D The Impossible (Deon Evans)
First played on Money B’s “Goin’ Way Back Show” Episode 71

Lyric :

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)

[2PAC]
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Tell me why O.P.D. sweatin me
Is it for the major chip that I’m makin
Is it for the fact that Pac don’t be fakin
Think before you talk black
I aint the one to bite my tongue, 2pacalypse will smoke back
And I dont need a posse, my glocks like a pocket full of rockies
Takin out the cop team
Dont mock me, sucka just jock me
Send me 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, pass the crazy
Of course cause them suckaz can’t fade me…yea

[Chorus]
Yea, yea 2pac 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)

[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 mutalate motherfuckers
And I can’t stand them niggas in platoes?
Fuck 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 killer on a hoe stroll
And I don’t know about y’all but im 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.
Cuz 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 dont try to sneak on that creep tip
Cuz 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)

[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?)
I’m the worst-est wicked as I wanna be
Stand if you want to, but don’t you dare stand infront of me
Daddy mack trickin, what you did all fuckin shit up
Well heres a little more dick for you to suck
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 honey
Stingin like a bumble
I been drunk with this funky attitude
Fuck 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 butt, 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 don’t know how we should
Take ya time, take ya take ya time
Sees you get funky before you start the rhyme
Yes
Take ya time, take ya take ya time
Sees you get funky before you start the rhyme
So all you filthy MicNasties, rappin to fast
Ask me, I say slow down fore I roll that ass
Peace to Down W, Big D, 2pac, and Mack
Sideways to your mommas 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)

[Deb-E]

I give a nigga no respect
For he plays me
Come off that bullshit fool uou can fade me
Spare me the comedy cuz you get no props
And if you think im fuckin around hear the gun pop
Gotta break your ass off some of that reality
Niggas dont know about the D to the E to the B
So I start kickin’ the funky ass sick for money 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 cilp pump pump
From a womans perspective
Live from the motherland heres my objective
Let this microphone pump
As I pump and stomp
To make a fly guy shake the rump
Never fake too much
Money B and W.C. the D.E.B down with the motherfuckin S.T.