BREATHE
Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 8:14 am
its war time
You bit*hes understand me.
There's no fist fightin'.
On sight I'ma blam you.
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas face with gun handles.
You know me the definition of the land of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You pose for the camera.
I carry my own blamma.
Bury niggas with chucks on with wooden pyjamas.
On the hood (Breathe!) you square.
Death is a promise.
No niggas know you from the jungles to the bottoms.
Cuz' you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model.
I was born with Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a ceeb (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with which crews hotta.
Match your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
From E-1-4 to the Shaws.
There's a price on your face you bit*h.
You bit*hes understand me.
There's no fist fightin'.
On sight I'ma blam you.
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas face with gun handles.
You know me the definition of the land of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You pose for the camera.
I carry my own blamma.
Bury niggas with chucks on with wooden pyjamas.
On the hood (Breathe!) you square.
Death is a promise.
No niggas know you from the jungles to the bottoms.
Cuz' you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model.
I was born with Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a ceeb (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with which crews hotta.
Match your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
From E-1-4 to the Shaws.
There's a price on your face you bit*h.
