[Intro]
Come on, break em off somethin'
Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)
Come on break em off somethin'
Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Tell me why O.P.D. sweatin' me
Is it for the major grip that I'm makin'
Is it for the fact that 'Pac don't be fakin'
Best think before you draw black
I ain't the one to bite my tongue, 2Pacalypse will smoke back
And I don't need a posse, my Glocks like a pocket full of Rockies
Takin' out the cop team
Don't mock me, sucka just jock me
Fifty to the first that can drop me
Better talk it like ya walk it when we swing 'em
Yea little square we can sling 'em
Got a posse you can bring 'em
Watch me, pop, pop, bang, boom, ping 'em
Big D's in the house, pass the crazy horse
'Cause them suckas can't fade me, yeah

[Chorus]
(Yea!, yea Mopreme Shakur, thug life, Outlaw)
Kill a n***a kill a n***a (strictly representing)
Come on, break em off somethin'
Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)
Kill a n***a kill a n***a
Come on break em off somethin'
Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)
[Verse 2: Dub-C]
Now make a make a way here I come with a clip
Dub-C and they got me on some freestyle type shit huh
So n***a go and run hard as you can and take cover
Mad circle mutilate motherfuckers
And I can't stand them n***as in plateaus
Fuck a dancer, I'm hoopin' 'cause my crew don't dance
Khakis and them steel toe boots is how we roll
Madder than a serial killer on a ho stroll
And I don't know about y'all but I'm down to rep
Packin' all these n***as who be dissin' the underground
Motherfuck god, I diss 'em on wax
Catch 'em slippin' backstage start fadin' they ass
Oops there goes that ghetto mentality
The same reason you never see my video on your T.V
'Cause we don't say what they want us to say
Fuck rhythm and blues and the police too, fool
You n***as can't stop me if I gave ya a free steel to the jaw, you still couldn't drop me
So don't try to sneak on that creep tip
'Cause you'll get that ass kicked quick, bitch
So go in the house y'all here comes that crazy n***a
Flippin' on the mailman and innocent bystanders
Suckers will get knocked down
Dub-C bringin' noise from the mother fuckin' underground

[Chorus]
Kill a n***a kill a n***a
Come on, break 'em off somethin'
Yea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)
Kill a n***a, kill a n***a
Come on break 'em off somethin'
Yea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)
[Bridge: Money B]
Wicked, wicked, in that Oak Town fashion
Wicked, wicked, in that Oak Town fashion
Wicked, wicked, in that Oak Town fashion
Wicked Money B, I am that odical dodge
(Who's bad?)

[Verse 3: Money B]
I'm the worst-est wicked as I wanna be
Stand if you want to, but don't you dare stand in front of me
Daddy Mack trickin', what you did then all fuckin' shit up
Well here's a little more dick for you to suck
And all these years that I be rappin'
Styles that I'll be flashin'
Kind of like Nike, I never have to ask questions
All it takes, is a place, and a place, and a time and a rhyme
If I find ya, you'll be hidin' in my face
I'll be on it like a [?]
Stingin' like a bumble
Out the trunk with this funky attitude
Fuck the humble
Got this stamina to be on the mic
Mashin' in the stance you style's the [?]
I'm about to catch a bulge in my pants
And the bigger the butt, the bigger the nut that I mistrust
I can catch a bum rush layin' in the cut
Like a panther on the prowl, searchin' for agile, don't ask scoop
You're not a now, but I'll tellin' MC how we should
Take ya time, take ya, take ya, take ya time
Mc's take ya time before ya start the rhyme
Yes!
Take ya time, take ya, take ya, take ya time
MC's take ya time before ya start the rhyme
So are you Filthy McNasty? Rappin' too fast
Ask me, I say we slow and flow and roll ya ass
Peace to Down W, Big D, 2Pac, and Mack
Sideways to your momma's house
[Chorus]
Kill a n***a kill a n***a
Come on, break 'em off somethin'
Yea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)
Kill a n***a, kill a n***a
Come on break 'em off somethin'
Yea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky, funky style)

[Verse 4: Debbie Deb]
I shift the n***a no respect 'fore he plays me
Come off that bullshit fool you can save these
Spare me the comedy fool, you gets no props
And if you think I'm fuckin' around, hear the gun pop
Gotta break your ass off, some of that reality
N***as don't know about the D to the E to the B
So I start kickin', the funky-ass [?] shit
The shit on the microphone motherfuckers can't fuck with
You want something to play with?
Warm your ass like gum, as I push in the clip pump pump
From a woman's perspective, live from the motherland
[?] my objective
Let this microphone pump, as I pump and stomp huh
To make a fly guy shake they rumps
[?] too much
Money B and W.C. the D.E.B down with the motherfuckin S.T