Breaka Breaka

Do anybody wanna die? You? You? Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line I'm up early in the mornin' still drunk and horny Realest ever did it, fuck, niggas won't admit it You watchin' B-E-T tryna see how a nigga livin' You betta ask M-D-P-D about the fuckin' killin's I roll wit big fire, I refuse to speak wit homicide Go and ask that dead man, tell me what he said man Fuck you, call my lawyers, I ain't got no leads for ya And I ain't got no alibis so all yo witnesses could die Go ahead tap my phone, put surveillance on my home If it evict that quick to buy a brick wit a goddamn wire on Yo, I ain't got no sack, give the crackas they money back Wit half a weed and these whole DD, oh, nigga I'm smokin' that I smoke 'em back to back, a whole dime or half bag And the whole time sittin' back and laughin' at yo soft ass Lets set this record straight, nigga I run this whole state Now it's only one man paid, y'all niggas is my proteges Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line You ain't no representa, you rep them other niggas I roll wit killas and dope dealers, you roll with hoe niggas I'm strictly for the thugs nigga, yes sir You either with us or against us and if so, nigga fuck y'all That how you hoe niggas get fucked off That's how yo whole clique get jumped on and dumped on like dom dom Killa get yo guns out, yo we gon' do 'em all Do it one by one 'til all the fuckin' bullets just run out And I bet my butcher knife gon' get him right I slice right there in his kidneys and then go deep wit it and twist it At the end of the day he comin' home and it won't be long He survived the heart attack but then he fucked around And died of a punctured lung Now bury his punk ass wit a wig, bra and his pumps on And lay him on his stomach wit his ass in the air wit a fuckin' thong on Breaka, break one nine, Dade County is mine And I'm sayin' this shit to you ol' bitch ass niggas for the last time Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba' line