Legbreakers - Big Shug, Big Twins of Infamous Mobb, Sean Price

Two in the morning, walking through the hood

My man got a jux trying to see what’s good

Got papi upstairs, heard he got the yayo

Nigga not playing, got it by the kilo

My eyes lit up like I hit the jackpot

Money come faster than selling that crack rock

Went to the car got the gun out the stash box

Had this one line in my head from 2Pac

I gotta get it, got, gots to get it

Doing this for self 'cause my man ain’t with it

Knocked on the door, pulled out the four-five

When it’s about that cash I be ready to dive

Pop one to the leg, put the gun to his forehead

Anybody move watch your ass get dead

I know where it’s at, run back in the room

Go get that shit and I’ll be on the move

Yeah

Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers

Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper

Please pay us, don’t ever try to play us

Or we let them things go with the hollow-point chasers

Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers

Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper

Please pay us, don’t ever try to play us

Or we let them things go with the hollow-point chasers

When you owe me dough, I don’t hesitate, I’m hurting ya

Run up in your spot, breaking up your furniture

I’m not particular, I’ll snap your fibula

You’ll be telling me safe numbers while I be hitting ya

Yes, I’m a bad man, Boston’s muscler

Breaking legs for dough is how I hustle ya

I don’t got many friends so I’m short on emotions

So I have no problems with throwing you in the ocean

Pay me my money, C notes and more

Or get your head bashed through the front door

Ankles broke, pound driven to the floor

Whip you in the face with the butt of a forty four

I’m not playing, I’ll leave you people laying

This is what happens when you’re late on paying

Whipping asses for cash, some say it’s old school

So I beat your ass first then I use the tool

Frank and style, I rip your teeth out your head

Throw you in the back of a truck wrapped in a bed spread

Front on the dough and get your whole crib smoked

Pay me my money or get your fucking legs broke

Yeah

Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers

Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper

Please pay us, don’t ever try to play us

Or we let them things go with the hollow-point chasers

Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers

Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper

Please pay us, don’t ever try to play us

Or we let them things go with the hollow-point chasers

A-yo murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill

Sean Price motherfucker from the, the, the 'Ville

My pops took my moms, I’m as mean, his seed

'Cause I break legs and smoke all the greenest weed

You forgot to mention, I let the shotgun blast

I don’t rock with my pops duke, my pops is ass

One, two, y’all check it out

Me wanting two checks before I deck your mouth

Listen, got my mind on my money, money on my mind

Hand on my nine par, I’m trying to get mine

When niggas act stupid when the see the gun cocked

Slapped with an elephant bone like Ong-Bak

Have my fucking money by the time the sun drop

I’mma eat your food, what the fuck in your lunchbox?

Man make the money, money make the man

Get whatever, get my cash or I’m breaking your legs Fam

Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers

Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper

Please pay us, don’t ever try to play us

Or we let them things go with the hollow-point chasers

Legbreakers, so you know we not fakers

Breaking you up, nigga, is how we get paper

Please pay us, don’t ever try to play us

Or we let them things go with the hollow-point chasers