Break ’Em Off 8Ball & MJG

[Verse 1: MJG]
I've come to break you off proper
Swish swasher through the washer
On fire, 360 degrees around the dryer
I'm tighter, the vicegrippers cut you like clippers
Your game plan loose as house slippers, how you figure?
Your small heart with your big nuts got you pumped up
You fucked up when you bucked up, you out of luck, duck
You ain't my best friend, you's another foe
And bitch you ain't my main thing, you that other hoe
So, let me flip the script, hit the clip
Pop it in, take a trip straight through reality
Cause you don't know the half of the
Shit that I could do to you or what I'm going to
Play me up too close and I'll be showing you
Knowing you really can't hang with my flavor
But you wants to approach me with misbehavior
I gots my ammo, my gun – we can run, we can fight
I could end your life tonight or we could do this shit right
I ain't wrong, I'm kickin' it back on the phone with Mrs. Jones
She lets me know the time when her husband leaves home
Well it's on, I know he pays the cost to be the boss
But if he makes it home early, I'ma have to break him off

[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper
Break it up, break it up, break 'em off proper
Break it down, break it down, break 'em off proper