[Verse 1: MJG]
I've come to break you off proper
Swish swasher through the washer
On fire, 360 degrees around the dryer
I'm tighter, the vicegrippers cut you like clippers
Your game plan loose as house slippers, how you figure?
Your small heart with your big nuts got you pumped up
You hushed up when I bucked up, you out of luck, duck
You ain't my best friend, you's another foe
And bitch you ain't my main thing, you that other so
So, let me flip the script, hit the clip
Pop it in, take a trip straight through reality
Cause who don't know the half of the
Things that I could do to you or what I'm going to
Play me up too close and I'll be showing you
Knowing you really can't hang with my flavor
But you wants approach me with this behavior
I gots my ammo, my gun – we can run, we can fight
I could end your life tonight or we could do this stuff right
I ain't wrong, I'm kickin' it back on the phone with Mrs. Jones
She lets me know the time when her husband leaves home
Well it's on, I know he pays the cost to be the boss
But if he makes it home early, I'ma have to break him off
There'll be no (no) trick busta, double crossers
Call me the devil, tricks end in the dish tosser
M J G has now spoken, your (?) has broken, stop hoping
[Hook: 8Ball & MJG] x4
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper

[Verse 2: 8Ball]
All respects to the west, big ups to the east
Southside represent, blowing up like yeast
On these techniques I speak, in each flow
Broke 'em off something proper when I stepped through the door
Give me the mic so I can hype this world
Cold blooded like a snake, so you better watch your girl
I admit, no busta can't fade
Peel 'em, kill 'em dead, like Raid
Fetch her, stretch her, then bring me some competition
I kill them all with my hallucinated mental vision
Smoke a fat sack, receive distant feedback
Then commence to attack, T-Mix track
But in reality, actually the fact would be naturally
It's hard for MC's to see me
Concrete like the street under my feet
Spitting Space Age Pimpin over hype beats
White sheets and ink, record what I think
Chiefing hay, didn't blink until my eyes turned pink
UH, Gangsta Gangsta like Cube and Eazy-E
This the Wild West, baby, strapped is the way to be
911 ain't quicker than my four nickel
Wetting chests, so you better not forget your vest
It costs to be the boss in the land of the lost
Sucker free, probably breaking (?)
[Hook: 8Ball & MJG] x4
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper