(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)

	(Breaker, breaker)		--> RZA



Yeah yeah

Soul Assassins 2G's

And you can swing on these

One time

Go somethin like this



	(Break it up, break it up)



Yo, it's the anti-thug with the anti-dote

Soul Assassinator with the razor to your throat

Crowd motivator with the upgrader data

Put your drugs in the air, DJ Muggs is on the fader

'Coolin in Cali', I'm Hollywood-swingin

Push a burgundy 7 with the wheels bling-blingin

Stereo pumpin, keep your bell ringin

Step up and say somethin, leave you swelled up and stingin

Like a fat bitch with a sun burn

When you gon' learn? Yo, I go back like Chick Hearns

I'm shot-callin, I'm play-makin

Tell me who's ballin, I tell you who's fakin



	(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)

	(Breaker, breaker)



Yeah yeah



	(Yo, break it up, break it up)



I say stop - hey - wait, hold on

I'll do you like BDP did PM Dawn

I crept on you, slept on you, style that I hustle

If you wanna flex, punk, make a muscle

Def Jams like Russell once he left Rick Rubin

Linked up like a Cuban, where the fuck you been?

Here's a little story that must be told

'bout a crew that'll fuck around and kill your soul

When we roll up in the cut they put the party on hold

Cause we got millions sold and the money we fold

It's outlandish, yo, it's disgustin

Suckers duckin from the shots we bustin

It's like that



	(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)

	(Breaker, breaker)



	(Yo, break it up, break it up)