Break 'Em Off Some - Cypress Hill

(This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there

Yeah, eat a bowl of dick’up putos!

Do ya wanna get crazy?

Comin' at 'cha in 93'!)

Through the car swings the firing pins

Go click when I duck behind the trash bin

Ran out of ammo no doubt

My gat is dry like a fuckin' drought

Got to make my way home, hit the gate and get my chrome

Hot damn it’s on

They got me cornered lemme just warn ya

I’ll pull this trigga make your family mourn’ya

Boo-hoo!

Where ya gonna run to

When I pull out the scooby doo

Run!

Let me break ya off some

Hit the floor cuz it ain’t no fun

But here they come, they must wanna get done

No frontin'.

Punk I’ll break ya off somethin'!

(1 2 3 that coppa goes down!)

What the fuck I’m rollin'

In a Mack truck that’s stolen

Guess what I’m holdin'

Ammo to bust my load

Still I’m easin' on down

The yellow brick road

Whatta ya know?

A pig in a plain brown

Wrapper, he wanna bring me down

I’ll hit that corner, lemme just warn ya

I’ll bring ya ass down make ya family mourn ya

21 gun salute, trying to take my loot

Don’t make me shoot

I’ll hit my blunt and pass you a lump

And punk let me break ya of something

(break em' off some)

I got to roll with the self control

In the green tank when the shit unfolds

Hold up.

I got it sewn up

Me and my niggas are about to blow up

Got the pigs on my tail, what they get

Is the hollow point shell

Caught in the cell

Servin' my sentence, got my apprentice

In the hood but the nigga is senseless

Out on parole, now the nigga has

Turned to my fold, now the punk gotta go

That punk got shady, woudn’t repay me

Let the punk know that ya still can’t fade me

Maybe the frontin' would stop, but nothin'

Would stop me from havin' to break’em off something

(On to the next spot kid

We ain’t havin it yall

Ya know what I’m talkin bout

I’m about to break your ass of some’n!

Commin from a whamm-o)