Lyrics Breaka Breaka - Trick Daddy
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'
BET
tryna
see
how
a
nigga
livin'
You
betta
ask
MDPD
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
Thats
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
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