Break Yourself
Aiyyo Spice, all these rich motherf**kers keep going to The record stores buyin' these fake a*s raps, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, I hear you byte all that fake shit Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Ay, man, you still got the Ski mask and them gats I'm ready to jack these motherf**kers, I'm ready to break this up Yeah, f**k that, let's handle that business Huh, yeah, we gotta flow sumptin' funky Check it, Spice 1 is f**kin' it up upon the flow And if you got the static motherf**ker we can go My homie Ant Banks got the ba*s line thumpin' Stop a nigga heart 'cause my mouth is a guage pumpin' Spice is on the one and Ant is on the two But y'all don't kick it yet because a nigga just ain't trough Comin' hard as f**k I be like acin' and I'm icin' Steppin' into the ring f**kin' 'em up like Michael Tyson Gimme all your cash 'cause I'm about to blast And bust 50 bullets in your motherf**kin' a*s Niggas think I'm crazy 'cause I'm poppin' off at the mouth And plus I had the chopper pointed at your damned house My name is Spice 1, I be a vicious motherf**ker Get you for a key and leave you lyin' in the gutter And if you think its possible to harm 'em I be stickin' my foot up in your a*s like it was [Incomprehensible] So nigga brake yourself and buy the motherf**kin' tape The beat'll f**k your ears like a statutory rape Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherf**kin' clip And by the way if you want your life don't take yourself Buy the dope a*s record and brake yourself Huh, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Got MC Ant in the motherf**kin' house He came to break these motherf**kers Load the clip and handle your business, partner A N T is like a motherf**kin' pro in it Niggas didn't know that I kick it funky and flow with it Straight up out the O A K L A N D Coolin' all the bitches when I be on the late night tweak Who's that on the corner be stoppin' and starin' to makin' 'em stutter Was that MC Ant, the rip-a-rappin' motherf**ker 187 with the 211 and progress So get out the shit break bitch because I'll just Pistol whip your a*s and slam the tape I pop if you wanna brake and dump you off in the lake Run if you dumb d**k I'm quick to pop the clip Slip if you wanna slip, I'm tough and won't even trip Don't move and you won't get hurt Take off your motherf**kin' clothes and put your face in the dirt This is a genuine gank move, bitch So give me your money and your jewels and make me rich Another nigga might play it on a cool tip But Ant and Spice won't be takin' no bullshit Everything nigga, even your gold tooth I knock the motherf**ker lose if you want prove 'Cause I'm down for the mail And if it's worth the jail I'm out on bail If it ain't given I'll straight up take your wealth Tell a motherf**ker straight up brake yourself Yeah, and that's how we run that shit on this motherf**kin' stage Right now, you know what I'm sayin'? Ay, Spice, I want you to step to 'em and kick it one more time With that gangsta shit It's like a G O, and I kick in a bankin' a motherf**ker So stop at the red light and I just wanted a battle Another rich a*s nigga on a ego tip Give up the Rolex watch [Incomprehensible] bitch And have ya both in the back of a black hearse Bitch, if you want your life give me your f**kin' purse This is a Halloween trick or treat But if you trick you get beat shut up left dead in the street 'Cause 187 is runnin' shit up in the house Down to shoot you in your motherf**kin' mouth And MC Ant of O A K L A N D Is with the faculty and S P I C E So put the goodies inside the bag This ain't a lolly gag stick in my clip and raise him up out his jag I let the motherf**kin' 9 click Comin' at our dome kickin' funky gangsta shit So nigga empty your pocket, pull out your bank roll Try to be a hero and let us nut up your a*s hole 'Cause Arnold Schwarzenegger just play parts But I specialize in stoppin' nigga's hearts 187 is sendin' niggas to ghetto heaven We beat the funk out your eardrums and keep it revvin' So don't pound too hard and f**k up your health And by the way drop the Abraham Lincolns and brake yourself Yeah Motherf**ker you wanna spent that money on that ba*s hip You wanna get the bomb, baby Yeah, nigga brake yourself and get with the real shit Yeah, nigga , MC Ant and Spice in the house With Ant Banks on the tracks Yeah, Ant Banks in the motherf**kin' house 187 motherf**ker Goin' out to all you motherf**kers We got the dope shit Bustin' caps in your motherf**kin' eardrums Straight jackin' it, I'm out
