Breathe lyrics

[Intro]
You know what I mean?
sh*t, let the motherf*cker bleed the same blood I bleed
This f*ckin' hurt a little kid
n*ggas know where to find me
Forever breathe

[Verse 1]
Never duck another motherf*cker, repeat it
Never duck another motherf*cker, n*gga better delete it
Put the cerebellum in killer mode, for real a foe
Can never get with what a gorilla know
Killin' syllable, feelin' ya biblical ritual
This sh*t'll get rid of ya pain, here in your pitiful game
This is political pain, deep in the pit of your brain
Let it rain with the unforgettable aim *gunshot*
n*gga lookin' for a spot to bust
'Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
But instead of lookin' for a c*ck to f*ck
Kill a n*gga like he was rockin' the swastika
You can do it, but you blew it, 'cause you're mockin' up
Get your ride on, n*gga is you rock or what?
Lots of luck, you really gonna need it, hella heated
Motherf*cker let the Glock erupt, box him up

[Bridge]
I don't wanna be the one to get a millimeter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit 'em with another milla
Caught up in the middle, I'm a little sick and different
I mean it when I said it, you remember that?
Hell motherf*ckin' yeah!
You don't wanna get in trouble with a n*gga like the Tecca N9na
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop or take a minute we (Just)
[Chorus]
(Breathe!) Hey son, what the f*ck are you duckin' from?
(Breathe!) Stay calm, best to fight every f*ckin' one
(Breathe!) Say some, punks are bound to sell coke and guns
(Breathe!) Sprayin' guns might result in you bustin' some
(Breathe!)

[Verse 2]
Never let a hatin' motherf*cker see you sweat
Bleed the chest, no need regret
I fun day caper, a Sunday paper, so I can read the rest
I can dig it, you can dig it, put a n*gga in the grave
If you hate or penetrate a loop of love a n*gga made
If you step up to me you will never benefit
n*gga if I start it, I'ma finish it
Run up on a motherf*cker while he f*ckin' a chick
Put a bullet in her head while she's suckin' a di*k
Wasn't a bit of evidence, baby it's irrelevant
You got it with your n*gga, that's the luck of the grit
Bring pain to everyone
In your face with the bane, you very some
It's a motherf*ckin' shame we carry guns
If you don't, you're insane or very dumb
Tecca N9na's too rough (Too rough) Too hard (Too hard)
Too tough (Too tough) You scarred (You scarred)
'Cause a n*gga know a motherf*ckin' round will spit
f*ckin' around with the killer clown and sh*t
[Bridge 2]
If you really wanna do it, n*gga, we can step into it
Put us up against some motherf*ckers and we runnin' through it
f*ck a n*gga, buck a n*gga if he think he's a guerrilla
Meant it when I said it, you remember that?
Hell motherf*ckin' yeah!
You don't wanna get in trouble with a n*gga like the Tecca N9na
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop or take a minute we (Just)

[Chorus]
(Breathe!) Hey son, what the f*ck are you duckin' from?
(Breathe!) Stay calm, best to fight every f*ckin' one
(Breathe!) Say some, punks are bound to sell coke and guns
(Breathe!) Sprayin' guns might result in you bustin' some

[Verse 3]
Get sprayed by the TEC-9 hand gun, now I'm on the outrun
Flowin' up again and hot, cooked, well done
f*ckin' with a crazy insane warlord
Punks wanna trip, but they know I'm too motherf*ckin' hard
Deadly, tickin' like a time bomb
f*ckin' with me you would think you were in Vietnam
When I explode ain't nothin' left but remains
But those who were froze f*ckin' with a n*gga insane
Mentally minded mad, motherf*ckin' madman
Out to attack, sinkin' punks like quicksand
Droppin' and poppin' any punk that buck so
Bring a body bag if you wanna get f*cked up
There it is you little b*tch made n*gga
Start runnin' when I'm playin' with the trigger
An Uzi, a 12-gauge, it really don't matter
Many suckers die when the shotgun scatter
From block to block, hood to hood, street to street
Boy you can't f*ck with me
So for those who told you jump up and talk sh*t
Admit you b*tch, your little ass got lit
[Bridge]
I don't wanna be the one to get a millimeter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit 'em with another milla
Caught up in the middle, I'm a little sick and different
I mean it when I said it, you remember that?
Hell motherf*ckin' yeah!
You don't wanna get in trouble with a n*gga like the Tecca N9na
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop or take a minute we (Just)

[Chorus]
(Breathe!) Hey son, what the f*ck are you duckin' from?
(Breathe!) Stay calm, best to fight every f*ckin' one
(Breathe!) Say some, punks are bound to sell coke and guns
(Breathe!) Sprayin' guns might result in you bustin' some
(Breathe!) Hey son, what the f*ck are you duckin' from?
(Breathe!) Stay calm, best to fight every f*ckin' one
(Breathe!) Say some, punks are bound to sell coke and guns
(Breathe!) Sprayin' guns might result in you bustin' some
(Breathe!)

[Outro]
That's beautiful
RonnZfromBerlin and sh*t, hardcore cat
Blaze your weed to this
This is dedicated to my homeboy Walter Jefferson
W.J. Weed Capone n*gga
If I ever breathe, if I ever live
Fear no motherf*cking man
Who bleeds the same blood I bleed
And still listen to you kids
That's real sh*t, n*gga
Breathe