Breathe

Verse 1:

Never duck another mother fker repeat it
Never duck another mother fker
nigg* better delete it
put the cerebellum in killa mode
For real a foe can never get
with what a gorilla know
Killa syllable fillin'
yo biblical ritual the s**t to get rid
Of yo pain hearing your pitiful game,
this is political pain
Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain
with a unforgettable aim
nigg* lookin' for a spot to bust
Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
Buck instead of lookin' for a c*ck to fk
Kill a nigg* like he was rockin' a swastika
You can do it but you blew it cause lockin' up
get your ride on nigg* is you rock or what?
Lots of luck,
you're really gonna need it hella heated
Mother fker let the glock erupt, Box him up
I don't wanna be the one
to get a milla meter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit'em with another milli
cut up In the middle I'm a little sick
And different And I meant it
when I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother fkin' yeah)
you don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigg* like the Teccanina
if your lookin' like a enemy bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute
we just

Chorus:

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fk are you duckin' from?
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They come bets to fight every fkin'one
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Say some punks around and some buckin' guns
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Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
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Verse 2:

Never let a hatin' mother fker
see ya sweat
Bleed the chest no need regret
A fun day caper a Sunday paper
So I can read the rest I can dig it you can dig it
Put a nigg* in the grave if he hate or penetrate
The loop of love
a nigg* made if you step into me
You will never benefit
nigg* if I start it Imma finish it
Run up on a mother fka
while he fkin' a chick
Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the d*ck
Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant
You got it with yo nigg* that's the luck of the grit
Bring pain 2 everyone in your face with the bane
You bury some its mother fkin' shame
we carry guns
If you don't you're insane or very dumb
Teccanina's too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard), too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)
cause a nigg* know
A mother fkin' round will spit
fkin' around with the killa clown and s**t.
If you really wanna do it nigg* we can step into
Put us up against some mother fkers
and we runnin' thru it
fk a nigg* buck a nigg*
if he think he's a gorilla
Meant I when I said it you remember that
(hell mother fkin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigg* like the Teccanina
if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute
we jus,

Chorus:

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fk are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fkin'one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some buckin' guns
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
(BREATHE!)

Verse 3:

Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun
Now I'm on the out run
Flowin' the beginning hot cooked will done
fkin' wit a crazy insane warlord
Punks wanna trip but they know
I'm too mother fkin' hard
Deadly ticking like a time bomb
fkin' with me you think you were in Vietnam
When I explode aint nuttin left
but remains for those who are froze
For fkin' wit a nigg* insane
Mentally minded mad mother fkin' mad man
is out to attack
Sinkin' punks like quick sand
droppin' and poppin'
Any punk that bucks up bring a body bag
If you wanna get fked up
There it is you little b*tch made
nigg* start runnin'
When I'm playin' with the trigga
of an uzi a twelve gauge
Really don't matter many suckas die
When the shot gun scatter
From block 2 block, hood 2 hood
Street 2 street boy you can't fk with me
So 4 those who chose 2 jump up and talk s**t
Admit ya b*tch your little as* got lit
I don't wanna be the one
to get a milla meter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit'em with another milli
cut up In the middle I'm a little sick
And different And I meant it
when I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother fkin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigg* like the Teccanina
if your lookin' like a enemy bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute
we just breathe

Chorus (2x):

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fk are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fkin'one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some buckin' guns
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
(BREATHE!)