Break Em Somethin - Master P

[Featuring U.G.K.] 
[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 shi