Cypress Hill: Break Em' Off Some

This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there
Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools!
Do ya wanna get crazy?
Commin atcha in 93'!
Through the car swings
The fireing pins go click
when I duck behind the trash bin
Ran out
of ammo no doubt
my gatt is dry like a fuckin drought
got to make my way home
hit the gate and get my chrome
god damn this song
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 do
run
let me break ya off some
hit the floor cuz it aint 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!
(break'em off some)
what the fuck I'm rollin
in a mack truck that's stolin
guess what I'm holdin
ammmo 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 corna
Lemme just warn ya
I'll bring ya ass down
make ya family mourn ya
21 gun saloot
trying to take my loot
don't make me shoot
I'll hit my blunt
and pass you a load
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 sail
Servin my sentence
Got my apprentice
In the hood
But the nigga is senseless
Out on parol
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 fucker would stop
But nuthin would stop me
from havin to break'em off something
On to the next spot kid
(break'em off some)
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
(break'em off some...)