Def Squad - Breaker 1, Breaker 2 Lyrics
Intro/hookA breaker 1,a breaker 2Repeat x 7(erick sermon)I be the don up in this motherf-----(ha ha)I puts it down,i rock scapesI roll bounce to the ounce(die-i!)I bring dat physical front(aha)Believe it I function the paraplegicSo teach it like if he was playin backgammonA new sheriff in town and not reggie hammondI pack a cannon .38 snuff noseNot for shootin use it for executinLames out there callin my nameFor fame,change ya plan punk refrainThis tune leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupidDumb and dumber all this summerA newcomer,yeah I take em to check out the avenueMe and my crew went throughWooh!ah-ah!word is born!word is born!(redman)I said come on!(come on!),come on!(come on!)Wes the posse pair so some niggas can get done onIm not the one to funnel,Im lyrically inclinedSeriously devine,whatever we g is crimeHa!i take it down,make it clear and in your bare lairLeaving critical as sang elsewhereYou wanna get jig-dafied-what it all meansFor such,i tote glocks in akarl jeansFor all means necer-ssary,my blood vesselsTurns to .38 specials and cause wind pressuresI be blowin like Im mr.cool,the invincibleKeepin my court trials municipalThe principal my next class will teach you how to roll bluntsPick up (aah!),buda and mex tagsFifty the less,mo vex,the sovietsAnother co-nnect on my rolodexI met my smokin vex,i keep my lyrics smack-daddoCash in your chips then proceed to blast metalNext up I believe thats keithWhy dont ya get on the mic and rock the symphony(keith murray)Well its the 16-bar slaughterer,telepathical brain murdererComin with the sh-t you never heardAsk yourself the very same questionWhich crew is f-----g with this squad in this professionYour mics in my possession,i crush you with aggressionAn I aint talkin for niggas that learn a lessonSo why should I sit around and let this fake --- pass my eyeFake niggas f-----g up my eyeFilthy with nasty its the slog for the jobForget any clan said who squad the mob?Tired of beat-down,shot up and robbedNiggas askin why,its my motherf----n jobHow many ways can I say I just dont give a f---!Runnin niggas over in every truckBut my motto is f---!get the bottle!pass the bottle!Bad luck had ya stuck,uhI crash ya brain and smash ya spineYeah another hard one to findHook
