breathe
You know what I mean?
Shit, let the motherfucker bleed the same blood I bleed
This fuckin' hurt a little kid
Niggas know what the vibe? Forever breathe
Never duck another motherfucker, repeat it
Never duck another motherfucker, nigga 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 shit'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*
Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust
'Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
But instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck
Kill a nigga like he was rockin' the swastika
You can do it, but you blew it, 'cause you're mockin' up
Get your ride on, nigga is you rock or what?
Lots of luck, you really gonna need it, hella heated
Motherfucker let the Glock erupt, box him up
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 motherfuckin' yeah!
You don't wanna get in trouble with a nigga like the Tecca N9na
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop or take a minute we (Just)
Breathe! Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin' from?
Breathe! Stay calm, best to fight every fuckin' one
Breathe! Say some, punks are bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe! Sprayin' guns might result in you bustin' some
Breathe!
Never let a hatin' motherfucker 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 nigga in the grave
If you hate or penetrate a loop of love a nigga made
If you step up to me you will never benefit
Nigga if I start it, I'ma finish it
Run up on a motherfucker while he fuckin' a chick
Put a bullet in her head while she's suckin' a dick
Wasn't a bit of evidence, baby it's irrelevant
You got it with your nigga, that's the luck of the grit
Bring pain to everyone
In your face with the bane, you very some
It's a motherfuckin' 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 nigga know a motherfuckin' round will spit
Fuckin' around with a killer clown and shit
If you really wanna do it, nigga, we can step into it
Put us up against some motherfuckers and we runnin' through it
Fuck a nigga, buck a nigga if he think he's a guerrilla
Meant it when I said it, you remember that?
Hell motherfuckin' yeah!
You don't wanna get in trouble with a nigga like the Tecca N9na
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop or take a minute we (Just)
Breathe! Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin' from?
Breathe! Stay calm, best to fight every fuckin' one
Breathe! Say some, punks are bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe! Sprayin' guns might result in you bustin' some
Breathe!
Get sprayed by the TEC-9 hand gun, now I'm on the outrun
Flowin' up again and hot, cooked, well done
Fuckin' with a crazy insane warlord
Punks wanna trip, but they know I'm too motherfuckin' hard
Deadly, tickin' like a time bomb
Fuckin' with me you would think you were in Vietnam
When I explode ain't nothin' left but remains
But those who were froze fuckin' with a nigga insane
Mentally minded mad, motherfuckin' madman
Out to attack, sinkin' punks like quicksand
Droppin' and poppin' any punk that buck so
Bring a body bag if you wanna get fucked up
There it is you little bitch made nigga
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 fuck with me
So for those who told you to jump up and talk shit
Admit you bitch, your little ass got lit
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 motherfuckin' yeah!
You don't wanna get in trouble with a nigga like the Tecca N9na
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop or take a minute we (Just)
Breathe! Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin' from?
Breathe! Stay calm, best to fight every fuckin' 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 fuck are you duckin' from?
Breathe! Stay calm, best to fight every fuckin' one
Breathe! Say some, punks are bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe! Sprayin' guns might result in you bustin' some
Breathe!
That's beautiful
RonnZfromBerlin and shit, hardcore cat
Blaze your weed to this
This is dedicated to my homeboy Walter Jefferson
W.J. Weed Capone nigga
If I ever breathe, if I ever live
Fear no motherfucking man
Who bleeds the same blood I bleed
And still listen to you kids
That's real shit, nigga
Breathe