(Breaker, breaker, 1-2) (Breaker, breaker) --> RZA
Yeah yeah Soul Assassins 2G`s And you can swing on these One time Go somethin like this
(Break it up, break it up)
Yo, it`s the anti-thug with the anti-dote Soul Assassinator with the razor to your throat Crowd motivator with the upgrader data Put your drugs in the air, DJ Muggs is on the fader `Coolin in Cali`, I`m Hollywood-swingin Push a burgundy 7 with the wheels bling-blingin Stereo pumpin, keep your bell ringin Step up and say somethin, leave you swelled up and stingin Like a fat bitch with a sun burn When you gon` learn? Yo, I go back like Chick Hearns I`m shot-callin, I`m play-makin Tell me who`s ballin, I tell you who`s fakin
(Breaker, breaker, 1-2) (Breaker, breaker)
Yeah yeah
(Yo, break it up, break it up)
I say stop - hey - wait, hold on I`ll do you like BDP did PM Dawn I crept on you, slept on you, style that I hustle If you wanna flex, punk, make a muscle Def Jams like Russell once he left Rick Rubin Linked up like a Cuban, where the fuck you been? Here`s a little story that must be told `bout a crew that`ll fuck around and kill your soul When we roll up in the cut they put the party on hold Cause we got millions sold and the money we fold It`s outlandish, yo, it`s disgustin Suckers duckin from the shots we bustin It`s like that