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Break A Bitch Til I Die Lyrics - Singles - Tha Eastsidaz

Pimp, it's pimp shit, pimp shit 

Nigga said, his bitch took him to court for child support 

It's cheaper to keep her that's real talk 

Cheaper to keep her that's real talk, cheaper to keep her 

 

Now if you don't think I know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout 

Run down to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two eyes 

Bitches try to pull snake moves to get a piece of the pie 

 

It's impossible, to stop a ho 

So let her go, and get the dough 

Lead the way or step aside 

Break a bitch till the day I die 

 

Check me out, no doubt, I flip the game and re-route 

I check her in wit Magic Man Juan, or Pimpin' Ken 

I just got back from Milwaukee, the All-Star game 

Not the NBA nigga, I'm talkin' real playa shit mayne 

 

Macks, ballas, hustlas, and prostitutes 

On the real my nig, you got to, got to get the loot 

And if you got to shoot to get the loot 

Then I guess you got to do what you gotta do 

 

But know this, fa sho this, it's somethin' for realer 

From a fifty cent nigga to a thousand dollar nigga 

Fuck George Bush, the army, and the G.I. 

Nigga this P.I., until I D.I. 

 

Now if you don't think I know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout 

Run down to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two eyes 

Bitches try to pull snake moves to get a piece of the pie 

 

Now don't get mad when you see me wit ya girlfriend 

She ridin' shot gun, smokin' the damn thang again 

Now say it ain't true 

Baby you gank 'em and play 'em it ain't no ring on you 

 

That ain't what I do, just because I spend time wit you 

Don't really mean I'm lyin' to you 

You got to understand what this young pimp will say 

'Cause right about now, it ain't no time for play 

 

Now watch me slap ya ass wit dicks, bitch 

You was strictly, dickly, why you turn clitly 

Thats even better, now both of you bitches lick me 

Then I sit back and watch y'all eat pussy 

 

Kick off my feet and count my cheese 

Snoop this ain't the XLF, this the P I M P 

Look, she think she burned out 

Wait until I put her on the fast track 

And have her turned out P.I 

 

Now if you don't think I know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout 

Run down to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two eyes 

Bitches try to pull snake moves to get a piece of the pie 

 

'Lil pretty skinny ass bitch, but she gotta monkey 

I know she suck 'dicks 'cause her lips nice and puffy 

But she got the wrong thought, kinda got me turned off 

Must be why she sweatin' me, the ecstasy she gon off 

 

For realer, ho don't know I'm bout that scrilla 

I peel her like a sun kiss for comin' wit that dumb shit 

I keeps the P.I., poppin' fa sho 

Other suckas tend to love 'em, we just cop 'em and blow 

 

Ho's come, ho's go, ho's runnin' ya slow 

So keep her foot up in her ass, unless a dick in her throat 

Main grew bitch will go what I make ya do 

And keep ya eyes on my Stacy's while I'm lacin' you 

 

Ya like sex and shit, and gettin' naked quick 

Ya lil' wreck less bitch, so gon and check them chips 

And bring every penny back home and deck 

And pull a couple of mo' hos you know that wanna get wrecked 

 

Now if you don't think I know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout 

Run down to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two eyes 

Bitches try to pull snake moves to get a piece of the pie 

 

It's impossible, to stop a ho 

So let her go, and get the dough 

Lead the way or step aside 

Break a bitch till the day I die 

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