Testo Breaker 1, Breaker 2 - Erick Sermon feat. Redman Keith Murray
Testo della canzone Breaker 1, Breaker 2 (Erick Sermon feat. Redman Keith Murray), tratta dall'album E Double
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I be the don up in this motherfucker, I puts it down
I rock skates, I roll bounce to the ounce
(Liar!) I bring that physical funk
Believe it, I function the paraplegic
Strategic, like if you was playin' backgammon
A new sheriff in town, and not Reggie Hammond
I pack a cannon, .38 snub nose
Not for shootin', use it for executin'
Lames, out there callin' my name
For fame, change your plan, punk, refrain
This tune, leaves your whole crew stuck
On stupid, Dumb and Dumber all this summer
A newcomer, yeah, I take em, then check out the avenue
Me and my crew went through
Whooooo, ah ah, word is bond, word is bond
I said come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
Please deposit bands so some niggas can get done on
Fuck I'm not the one to front on, I'm lyrically inclined
Seriously divine, whatever we ki is crime
I take it there, make it clear, in your Bel-Air lair
Leave it critical as St. Elsewhere
You wanna get jiggified, what it all means
Fuck Versace, I tote Glocks in the Karl jeans
By all means Nessa, Serri, my blood vessel
Turns to .38 specials and cause wind thresles
I be blowin' like I'm mystical, the invisible
Keepin' my court trials municipal
For principle, my next class, will teach you how to roll blunts
Pick up bitches, buddha, and messtas
Fifteen for less, mo' vex than Soviets
Another connect on my Rolodex
I'm at my smokin' deck, I keep my lyrics mad ghetto
Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal
Next up, I believe that's Ki
Why don't you get on the mic and rock the symphony
Well it's the sixteen bar slaughterer
Telepathical brain murderer
Comin' with the shit you never heard of
Ask yourself the very same question
Which crew is fuckin' with this squad in this profession
When the mic's in my possession, I crush you with aggression
And I ain't talkin' for niggas to learn the lesson
So why should I
Sit around and let this fake shit pass my eye
Fake niggas fuckin' up my high
Filthy McNasty's just a slob for the job
Forget any clan, set, crew, squad, or mob
Tied up, beat down, shot up, and robbed
Niggas askin' why, it's my motherfuckin' job
How many ways can I say I just don't
Give a fuck, runnin' niggas over, in Erick's truck
But my motto is fuck em, hit the throttle
Pass the bottle, bad luck had to stuck em
I crush your brain and smash your spine
Yeah, another hard one to find
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
I break a one, I break a two
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Writer(s): Erick S. Sermon, Keith Omar Murray, Reggie Noble
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