Break Em Off - The Jacka, Ampichino, Fed-X

Come around with the windows down

Two 22s comin' at your ass so loud

You can run but you’ll never get passed those rounds

So serious you’ll never get passed my style

You’ll never last unless you follow me and my crowd

We’ll always last 'cause the people lovin' our sound

Feel good today, tonight won’t remember a thing

Just know I’ll murder every nigga you bring

Real nigga mayne, all I remember is pain

Cocked the hammer back point it at you take everything

That’s my life that’s my name that’s how I got on

White tee, blue jeans, nike, Desert E showin'

Treacherous places that you’ll never be goin'

Leavin' Las Vegas, caught a ticket, I was snowed in

Really with the shit for real, my nigga, I’m assaultin'

Planes drop our mothafuckin' kicks in the ocean

My kids’ll never know that I supply coke smokers

It’s what I tell myself but it ain’t really hard to notice, no

Automatic start on the suicide

Fully auto on my lap, tonight it’s do or die

Open up the garage and reverse the ride

I’m powdered up, and the kush and the blunt got me stuffed

Cause to black that boy, it makes it hard to stop

Pulled up, gun poppin', and we pulled out molly woppin'

Us, doing time in the fed, another album dropping

Cheese on the bread, a hundred g’s on your head

Cell phones in the cell they said, «We know we eating slow», yup

I huddled up my team and we had to make the first step

Either the foreign or the vintage on them 26's

Stickin in that nickel, champagne and pourin' liquor

He yellin «murder, don’t hurt him» turn my family on the walk

He said police just burnt him and he’s wanted for some bodies

Got the Chevy pulled over and he thinking that its over, but a 1000 dead and

running, tell him meet me at the headquarters

Mister Miyagi, black, and tati on the dashboard

Smoking songs of the Barney pressing fast forward

Two minutes early to meet papi at the corner store

Ain’t knowing when I turn, but I’m taking the same corner though, nigga

We’ll break you off

Bad times looking back and I’m trying to break 'em off

But I’m a careful nigga

You’re a stranger to the pain that I’ve felt, my nigga

Posted in the trap house, nigga

I answer the backdoor with my Mac out

If ya try and make a false move then I black out with ya

100 racks around my neck, I got the mind of a killer

A man dies and a child is born

My nigga Smoke came home, I’m headed off to the war

6 months in the can, I’m just a number

Made 16, but I missed a whole summer

A nightmare trying to reverse dreams

The feds caught my niggas in a reverse sting

Knowledge is power, trying to rebirth kings

But money is power so we re-up mean

Cream by the truckload, it came off a ton boat

Start getting money you owe niggas a ton, cut-throat

Ain’t that a bitch, I gotta nail 'em

I ain’t never switch, all I did was try and help 'em

Mister Miyagi, black, and tati on the dashboard

Smoking songs of the Barney pressing fast forward

Two minutes early to meet papi at the corner store

Ain’t knowing when I turn, but I’m taking the same corner though, nigga

We’ll break you off

Bad times looking back and I’m trying to break 'em off

But I’m a careful nigga

You’re a stranger to the pain that I’ve felt, my nigga

Back to back Chevys with the Hemis in it

Yea, we been offenders

But gotta live until I die with the semi, lifted, humble

By me, Hindu kush, crossing city limits

Stand up, moving up, can’t be sitting timid

Off that XO Remy mixed with sadity women

100,000 dollar cash, plus the GT tinted

Cash on deck, you see me in it

Plasma TVs in it, let my BG get it

And if my BGs (?), my BGs spend it 'til my BGs (?) it

And my GT engine got see through vision like Calico vision (yep!)

Dawg, he looking at life (?) and (?) to touch

Feds coming, re-up papers, I’ll see you Hush

Speed it up, be in my crib, the streets is cold

Half money, half heart, yea I see you, folk