BREAK YOU OFF lyrics

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, skunk blunt
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk

[Verse 1: Reddog]
On the track, boomin' crack, put the Gat to your back
f*ck you, no, ain't no love, n*ggas is constantly catchin' slugs
Claimin' you the sh*t, b*tch, now you in the f*ckin' clique
Trick, did I give you permission, to run off the mouth with that f*ckin' bullsh*t?
Damn, these b*tches killin' me, talkin' 'bout some twelve play
Pull my sh*t out on that b*tch, bump and grind on his di*k
You can be my private ho, and I can be your private teacher
Get your ass out there and make my ends, I come right back and meet you
Collect up all my sh*t 'cause a n*gga known for pimp these hoes
Comin' clean with the four, chargin' ho, that's how it go
Now you n*ggas lookin' sad, you ain't mad, is you, b*tch?
Get up off my f*ckin' di*k, or we have to get into the gangster sh*t
Mane, I don't give a f*ck about these motherf*ckin' hoes
Bustin' heads, boomin' check, breakin' necks, I'm the best
Why am I so real? I guess because I'm just so trill, n*gga
You better know the deal 'cause a b*tch will try to steal from the lyrics that you write
Mane, that just would start a fight, better get your sh*t right
Do you wanna die tonight?
'Cause it really don't make me run
'Cause I've had my f*ckin' gun in my pants, on my hand, mane them bullets flyin' like Superman through the air
You never know when them things might hit you, ho
On the sh*t, as I click, feed a b*tch, really quick
Probably too thick for you, trick
n*gga, they breakin' you off somethin', b*tch
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Loced out, pistol grip, in the trunk, skunk blunt
Got me doin' some stupid sh*t, monkey b*tches make me click
Loced out, pistol grip, in the trunk, skunk blunt
Got me doin' some stupid sh*t, monkey b*tches make me click
Loced out, pistol grip, loced out, pistol grip
Loced out, pistol grip, loced out, pistol grip
Loced out, pistol grip, in the trunk, skunk blunt
Got me doin' some stupid sh*t, monkey b*tches make me click

[Verse 2: Reddog]
Know what I'm sayin', I don't be playin' when my Glock get to sprayin', on them hoes and them tricks
Clickin' like a lunatic, slippin' is the wrong that you can do
When I pull out my deuce deuce better duck 'cause your f*cked
But you understand, never act real tough
We can go up toe to toe, like a man, yeah, we can squab
If you ain't man enough, you better go and get your mob
Kill you ho, and your crew, n*ggas, what you wanna do?
Actin' like you got it good, motherf*cker, I wish you would
Step into this n*gga way, while I'm chiefen' up on that hay
Sippin' up on some Alizé, better get out my f*ckin' face
Watch me rip out my sh*t, TEC-9, b*tch, to your di*k
Chop you up like Jeffrey Dahmer, kill your ass just for fun
Just like my n*gga Koopsta Knicca, leavin' your f*ckin' body numb
Caught them trizzicks slippin', then I bucked 'em in they f*ckin' heart
Take care, then come in my face then you know that I pull out my .98 Glock, on the buster
You know, that this n*gga is buckin' 'em down with the motherf*ckin' [?] rounds
And you know, that I don't play
Gotta, gotta get away from them hoes that talkin' yay, buckshot insert in your brain
Police comin' up the block, n*ggas starin' at me hard
I ain't finna stick around, I ain't finna catch no charge
Got to get up out the way 'cause them b*tches they can't catch me
They ain't finna arrest me 'cause I'm too slick for them, G
C-O-P that is the cop, shoot them hoes and they drop
Runnin' real fast after me 'cause I killed a blue boy, see
Buck hem n*ggas 'til they learn
Now I got to make another bullet burn through your head and your chest
Make sure them n*ggas are put to rest
Now you know, never f*ck with a n*gga, mane
Never cross a n*gga path, may I break you off, biatch
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, skunk blunt
Got me doin' some stupid sh*t, monkey b*tches make me click
Loced out, pistol grip, in the trunk, skunk blunt
Got me doin' some stupid sh*t, monkey b*tches make me click
Loced out, pistol grip, loced out, pistol grip
Loced out, pistol grip, loced out, pistol grip
Loced out, pistol grip, in the trunk, skunk blunt
Got me doin' some stupid sh*t, monkey b*tches make me click

[Outro: Reddog]
Yeah, yeah, know what I'm sayin'
The Reddog n*gga is up in this, b*tch
Tryna let all you know, that y'all business will get broke off
You know what I'm sayin'
All the motherf*ckin' time, '94, '95, b*tch
I'm up out this, ho
Sendin' shouts to Lakeview Garden and Binghampton, biatch