[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