] I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin' up
quit it And walk off like Big Poppi, break ?em off Break ?em off real bad I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off
break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin
Traduzione: Muro, Paul. Break Em Off.
I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma break 'em I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin' up deuce
you can't walk the walk, then really it ain't no need to talk Let's get it on and we'll break you off, it's Paul Wall and Big H.A.W.K. [Hook] [Slim
wall Can you tell us who really ball? "Chamillion and Paul Wall" [Chorus X2] Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?) Show em how boys in
on the feet, stuck like a stamp (stamp) Still tippin of fo' fos, I'm crawlin slow, I thought you knew (knew) Breakin bread and break 'em off with the
Whoop) pull over like Trina Ya patna owe me cash I'm a get that bank put a switch in the car and a bomb in the gas tank. (HOOK) (Paul Wall) Catch me at
inside The Tunnel, nigga, wit Pope John Paul Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all My crew'll break each shoulder I'm that nigga
was to say something about Paul Wall, you'd probably crap in your Pants, cause I'm white, and he's white, so he's like My competition I mean, right? Nope, Paul Wall
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me Cuz know whats up, Bloods still got love for em' Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em
wall, cucarachas crawl I keep my head up and it won't fall, no not at all I'll break yo' jaw like I break the law, leave you all in all And the ride
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real [Ghostface] A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real [Ghostface] A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
boyfriends cause I leave em holy Them boys fake maggets I done put they girl up in my rover Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to Cardova
My mailbox was filled up all the rejection letters One day I?m a take em all out and put em together Frame em stick them on my wall now so I?ll remember
cash and on niggas who be askin' Taggin' up the wall, ballin' down a hall from the Pound, straight Dogg No flaws, no jaws, I'll break yo jaw, represent
