Chords for Break 'Em Off Somethin'

_ [Eb] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ Well we about to fill they [Ab] motherfuckin' [C] head up with this ghetto dope, tryna break [Fm] these hoes off.
I'm a nigga Buffy, Pimp C, [Ab] I'm in [Cm] UDK, and we're done with [Ab] Master P.
[Fm] We about to bring
this shit across the [G] board.
You heard me?
From Tech, [Fm]
from New Orleans.
_ _ [Ab] [G] Hustler, baller, gangster, cap pillar, [F] who I be?
Your neighborhood drug [Eb] dealer, a young [C] nigga that's bouted.
I mean he's no limit [F] soldier, we get rowdy.
[Eb] I [C] got something for your haters, self-campaigning, [F] ghetto season drug deals, that's what made us.
[Ab] Now I'm Space-A's [D] pimpin' but not A-Bow.
Don't make me get stupid and leave your fuckin' blood on the wall.
[Ab] Bout to go [G] psycho, and load this rifle.
I'm from [F] the project where we all take a like [Eb] dope.
[C] And killing ain't nothing but a hobby.
[F] Don't make me do a fuckin' _ 187 [Ab] robbery.
Like [G] some brand new Jordan, you tied [N] up.
You sound like a chicken, so it's time [F] to get bluffed.
[Eb] By a [C] gangster, keep one up in the tank.
But don't [Ab] make me wet [Fm] your ass like some 85 [Ab] Wrangler.
[C] Now you all screwed up like DJ [Fm] Skrute.
Don't have my money nigga, fuck you in your boot.
[Eb] Got [G] them set of B's, for them dope fiends.
[Fm] I'm from a little town called New Orleans.
[Ab] But blowing [C] up like B-12.
[Fm] Niggas don't give a fuck, cause they're quick to see your ass to [Eb] hell.
The [Fm] murder capital of the [C] world.
[Fm] Where niggas don't give a fuck about who your boy or your girl.
[Ab] And [C] if you come stuntin' on them gold [Fm] things.
I'ma have to break you off, [G] sir.
Break you off, sir.
[F] Don't make me break you off, sir.
_ [Eb] _ [G] Break you off, sir.
[F] Don't make me break you off, sir.
_ [Eb] [G] Break you off, sir.
_ [F] Don't make me [Fm] break you off, sir.
Let [Ab] me set this shit straight.
Let me lay down the rules.
If a bitch [F] is talking shit, then that bitch gon' have [Bb] to snooze.
You'll be [Eb] pissed at what [A] the fuck you [C] said.
AK hit the wall, told her stuff and [Fm] out the fucking bed.
I'm looking at Ted, I'm fully [Eb] auto.
[G] Tomorrow I got caught, I ain't go go nigga.
Owe me money, [F] thanking is funny.
Ball of sticks, bro, I'm bout to pull a [G] kick.
So I need more money, money, more money, money.
[Abm] Took the keys, took the [Db] cheese, and fucked his man.
[Ab] Honey, [C] honey.
Nah, the game has escalated, cause [Fm] ain't no witnesses.
To go back and fill up our walls, all the shit [Ab] we did.
I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap.
[Fm] But when them bitches get here, you gon' be full of hot cats.
I'm booking them bitches out, putting them in the trunk.
Riding the Rampi, everybody hot cause it's blowing skunk.
Cause getting rid of enemies for me ain't really nothing.
Pimp C bitch, watch the 9 to 6, I'll break you [Eb] off, son.
[Fm] Break you off, sir.
_ [F] Don't make me break you off, sir.
_ [Cm]
Break you [Fm] off, sir.
Don't [F] make me break you off, sir.
We coming [G] down like a sail [Eb] in that goddamn rover.
Just when you thought it was the beginning, ya bitch now it's [F] over.
You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local PD.
They getting somewhere if they see me.
My nigga, that's how these [G] G's see.
We [C] three, me, C, and Master P.
Dipping [F] on gin and kiwi, fuck popping [Eb] in your [A] CD.
[C] Bitch, we popping in the pill, and now we all [F] up in your grill.
Live in 3D with drama, [Eb] disaster, and [G] death.
When you make [C] me after blast, you're your ancestor.
[Db] Recognize you fucking with murder masters [Eb] who blasted.
Yo, [C] ask them if your mama called a pastor.
[Ab] Dying [Fm] faster than you thought, now that's your ass, bruh.
[Eb] It's a [Cm] class up, nice griller, on the perilla.
Direct [Fm] from the pillar of killers.
Now who's taking they triller?
[Cm] Watch me feel her, wanna be capped, feel her.
Put them slugs, [Fm] probably for Joe.
Jacking the jumping bitch, don't make me break you off, son.
Break [Cm] them off, sir.
[Fm] Don't make me break you off, sir.
_ [Eb] _ [G] Break them off, sir.
[F] Don't make me break you off, sir.
[Ab] _ [C] Break them off, sir.
_ [Ab] [Fm] Don't make me break you off, sir.
[Ab] _
Break [Cm] them off, sir.
[Ab] Don't [Fm] make me break you off, sir.
_ _ Break them [Cm] off, sir.
[Fm] Don't make me break you off, sir.
And for all y'all motherfucking niggas that's rapping about niggas on records.
Real niggas don't rap about niggas on records.
Y'all hoes, and [F] hoes talk shit.
Niggas know who the real [Eb] fucking Ice [Fm] Cream Man is.
_ Cause broke niggas talk shit.
I could never talk about a nigga on a record.
You heard me?
No limit for life.
Any [Bbm] nigga run up, [Eb] get in his [Ab] motherfucking wig twisted.
_ [F] You heard me?
Don't