[Master P]

Boy we bout ta fill they motherfukin heads up wit this ghetto dope

Time to break these hoes of somethin

My nigga bunk B Pimp C I mean U.G.K.

Hooked up wit Paster P we bout ta break this shit cross border!

Ya heard me! From Texas to New Orleans

Hustla balla gangsta cap peala

Who I be? Your neighbahood drug deala

A young nigga that's bout it {bout it}

I mean we No Limit Soldiers

Who get Rowdy! I got sumthin fo y'll haters

{Sumthin fo' y'all haters}

Y'all can't fade us, ghetto tears and drug deals that was made us

Now I'm Stage "A" pimpin, but not eight-ball

Don't make me get stupid and leave yo' fuckin blood on the wall

Bout ta go pyscho, {psycho}

And load this rifle {load this rifle}

I'm from the projects were we all thank alike though

And killen ain't nuthin but a hobby

Don't make me do a fuckin one eight seven robbery

Like some brand new Jordans you tied up

You sound like the chicken so it's time to get plucked

By a Gangsta, keep one up in da chamber

Don't make me wear yo ass like some 85 wranglers

Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew

Don't have my money nigga fuck you in your boots

Got the fed of me, fo them dope fiends

Where I from? A little town called New Orleans

But blowin up like B-12 {B-12}

Niggaz don't give a fuck cause they quick to send yo ass to hell

The murder capitol of the world

Where niggaz don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl!

And if you come stunnin on them gold Daytons

I'ma have to break you off somethin!

Break You Of Somethin

Don't make me break you of somethin

(repeat 3X)

[Pimp C]

Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules.

If a bitch is talkin shit, then that bitch gon have to snooze

Pimp C, bitch now what the fuck you said?

A-K hit the wall tore the stuffin out the fuckin bed

I'm lookin at fed, I'm pullin auto

Tommorow I got quarter ain't gon' fo

Nigga oh me money thankin this shit bought a six four

I'm bout ta pull a kick door, I need mo money, money, mo money, money

Took the keys, took the cheese and fucked his man honey honey

Now the games has escalated, cause ain't no witnesses

To go back and tell thhe Po Po's all the shit we did

I'm lookin at rape, I'm lookin at kidnap

But when the bitches get here they gone be full of hot caps

I'm breakin the bitches off, put them in the trunk!

Riden around P-A bout it hostages bout it hostages blowin skunk

Cause gettin rid of enemys ain't really nothin nothin

Pimp C bitch 14-96 will break you of somethin

Break you of somethin

Don't make me break you of somethin

(repeat 2X)

[Bun B]

We comin down like the cell and that God Damn rover

Just when you thought it was the beginning

Ya bitch no it's over!

You can call all the calvary,

Renforcements, and Yo local P-D

They gettin somewhere if they see me

My nigga thats how these G's be

We 3, Me, C and Master P

Sippin on Gin and Kiwi

Fuck poppin in yo C-B, Bitch we poppin in the clear

And now we all up in you grill live in 3-d, Wit Drama

Disaster, and Debt when you make me have to blast ya

You has to recegnize you fuckin wit murda masters

Who blast ya yo ass

And make you mama call the pastor, die fasta

Then you thought, no that's yo ass bro

It's a class up, nine scrilla on the fo rilla

Direct from the villa of killas, now who fakin the trilla?

Watch me filla wannabe Cap pilla, wit them slugs

Filen fo Joe's, Jackin and jumpin

Bitch, don't make break you of somethin, nigga!!!

Break em off somethin

Don't make me break you of somethin

(repeat 5X)

[Master P]

And for all y'all motherfuckin niggaz

that's rappin about niggaz on records

Y'all hoes and hoes talk shit

Niggaz know who the real fuckin Ice Cream Man is

Cause broke niggaz talk shit!

I could never talk about a nigga on a record, you heard me!

It's No Limit for life!

Any nigga run up, get his motherfuckin wig twisted, you heard me!

Don't make me break you off somethin