Al the Punisher - Break It Down (feat. Anthony Kannon)

Pick it up
Weigh it out
Break it down
Put my runners on they getting paper now
I been had my mules I need my acres now
Nigga Broome to seminary was my paper route
Pick it up
Weigh it out
Break it down
Put my runners on they getting paper now
I been had my mules I need my acres now
Nigga Broome to seminary was my paper route
Just left the plug crib he hit me with some shit
He said you flipping all these p's why don't you graduate to bricks?
I thought about it and I told him Niggas always gonna snitch
So if I get pinched it's gotta be some shit that I can fix
Nigga
I spun the block
I pulled and I saw a cop
See I was making a drop out
And these Niggas go make it hot
Fuck it I doubled back
And put the work under a rock
And my man gave his pack and his money to a thot stupid
I made a lot of bands in the Pontiac
Riding downtown I'm looking for where the zombies at
Southside Nigga that's still the spot you can find me at
Trapping through the night I've turned into an insomniac
No religion I pray to digital scales
I'm a part time rapper when being a criminal fails
You ain't getting fronted you making minimal sales
And pillow talking to bitches bro you a pitiful male
Pick it up
Weigh it out
Break it down
Put my runners on they getting paper now
I been had my mules I need my acres now
Nigga Broome to seminary was my paper route
Pick it up
Weigh it out
Break it down
Put my runners on they getting paper now
I been had my mules I need my acres now
Nigga Broome to seminary was my paper route
I get the pack and I bring it back in the nick of time
The liquor got me a little queezy I'm feeling fine
Bullets hit is spine
But god got me I feel Divine
.45 make em dutty wine
I got views bet they hearing me now
Pushed weight down the eerie canal
There's no fear in me I'm lyrically sound
Threw it out like the paper route
Black tints
President the whip like I'm famous now
Yeah I did it for my people in the gutter
It's more than rap
You can't handle double digits
I don't think you ordered that
Plug trust me with a Duffy I'm a have to quarterback
Bored of rap I'm tryna buy some property insurance facts
Always had a digital never had to triple beam
Zo gon' have to come to me
Or I'ma take a trip to bing
Cousin never hit a note Always made a pistol sing
Raps answer Black panther
This your king?
Pray to the lord
Thank em pray for more
Break the rapport
Break a nigga jaw
Aye
Told my pops that this ain't the end
Everybody ain't ya friend they just play pretend
Pick it up
Weigh it out
Break it down
Put my runners on they getting paper now
I been had my mules I need my acres now
Nigga Broome to seminary was my paper route

Written by:
Alonzo Brunn, Anthony Henry

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