Gravediggaz - Break What?

Fuck ya niggas, real muthafuckas what? Wanna break? Wanna break, break Yo, what ya wanna break, nigga break Break what, nigga, what First rule, ya mistake The phenomenal stomp the Earth are bombin you It's all my chronicle, particle and rich Over original scripts, begger be choose Let off three shots, be confronted wit the bad news Long as muthafuckas corrupt, infiltrate the state Hit him wit graze, throw an earthquake Yo fraction, I'm settin off a chain reaction That increase, long as muthafuckas bust police Bloodsheed, mutts and gruts The wonder bread buds, a million black muthafucka Head to junk, Devil schemin up plans to plot It's gettin hot, usin our own, to start the clock Yo, I'm only fightin for what a brother deserve Bein God spreadin the gold, roll up on the reserve Blood, sweat and tears for years yo I'm fed up blown when muthafuckas take it outta they own I watch thru my infrared green vision binocs' Storm in the desert, clever as a fox Bolt, wit measures in the clock, huh Seven stealth bomber nine, helicopt' drop The Gravedigga parachute wit the black roots Fall outta the sky like rain, as the soldier train To take back the Earth, the terrain We overcame fear, now prepare for pain First the soul from the rap world, all of ya villains That taught ya black children, wit rats in they buildin Singin on hydro, squatterin millions Or live up in gold, and fulfillions of killin And of ya plans strick, my hand grips a mic And transmits co-ordinates that float like it on a script Break down ya character flaws, to the masses Burn ya to ashes, and suck you wit acid Yo, I can't be denied, gots to try Many will die, in the blink of an eye Nigga like me will survive Cannons and guns, gotta overcome the run Gots to chill, set packs of bill Shine my gift, or the uplifted brother that stiff and lost Trynna stear a brother back to cost Ready to try, ready to die Lyrical guns, lyrics fire What, ya outta line, forced wit pen Self defense, whackin the Timbs Strive to survive, but build my strength Finito, stampedro, don't wanna will a negro Ready to break (Break!) I favor the plot of savin the box Capable cops'll be the neighborhood watch The stable that spots, estrogen is hot Infested wit vipers and three hots And the cops, yo, my man is snipers Trynna eat right, teach my peeps how to reach light The beast strikes each night, deep under the street light Gotta carry ya heat light, then peep the fight It's called Armaggedon, cuz of the armor ya gettin Weapon on ya side reppin, carry and hate in ya eyes Steppin in spots, ya hatin these spots Gettin the papers, surprised, so ya snake in the rise Lettin state conive, you end in takin a life Gravediggaz! Eh-oh, ooh-eh Ooh-eh