Break 'Em Off Some Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Break 'Em Off Some

[Wyclef] You say guns[B-Real] I say pistolas[Wyclef] Well if you got beef son[B-Real] Callate la boca[Wyclef] Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians[B-Real] A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination[Wyclef] From L.A. to Brooklyn why you doin all that talkin[B-Real] Think you got a soul but you're a Dead Man Walking[Wyclef] Yo toast the host from coasts' we boast When we meet again, Iwill be Casper that Friendly Ghost[B-Real] You'll hear shots, like the show Cops Things are still the same,I'm still growin crops[Wyclef] Wyclef with B-Real, let me build better yet[B-Real] Killa bee kill[Wyclef] Yo B-Real watch your grip Chorus: B-Real, Wyclef, Lauryn Hill [B-Real] Hi, boom biddy bye bye[Lauryn Hill] Ahhhahhh, ahhhahhh[Wyclef] You open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh[Wyclef] Ohh as simple as they come as as simple as they die[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh[Wyclef] Yo who told the boyy, to pack a forty-five[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhahhhh[Wyclef] Now he rest in the place that they call paradise Verse Two: B-Real, Wyclef Fools run up, but they've never seen the lastSpread your last lyrics get broken like glassCan he pass or does he posess the willOr does he need to create to keep him straight on the realPunks are broken some dey fall off the ledgeRefugee Camp bringin it straight over the edge You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skinHow ya gonna win that's like Satan without no sin [without no sin]They'll never happen while I'm rappin I be watchinThe Philistines, creepin up in ManhattanThe sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with MuggsBut there's no survivors, they all died in the flood Chorus Verse Three: Wyclef, B-Real Yo, once a child, twice a villainIf this was drugs I'd make a million off this combinationThey say you'redope Clef you're dope so they offer me sess and beerBeware, you pull your wallet Mr. Thief staresThe opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and saidI'm doomed join the son of man in the tomb I see the soldiers, comin from out the shadowsReady for battle, ain't trying to hear the baffledWarriors lined up in full war gearIn it to win it if it goes on for yearsDedicated to the stable of the AssassinsRevolutionaries, just bring on the action Chorus [WYCLEF]Soldier manRewind selector soldier manRefugee soldier manBrooklyn soldier manL.A massive soldier manNew Jersey massive soldier manUptown massive soldier manLong beach massive soldier manYou know the whole world watches soldier man