breathe lyrics

[Verse 1:]

Never duck another mother fucker repeat it

Never duck another mother fucker

Nigga 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 shit to get rid of yo pain

Hearin your pitiful game,

this is political pain

Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain

with a unforgettable aim

Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust

Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us

Buck instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck

Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastika

You can do it but you blew it cause you lockin' up

Get your ride on nigga is you rock or what?

Lots of luck,

you're really gonna need it hella heated

Mother fucker let the glock erupt, Box him up

[Hook:]

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 fuckin' yeah)

You don't wanna get in trouble

With a nigga like the Teccanina

if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust

We don't ever stop and take a minute we

just...

[Chorus:]

(BREATHE!)

Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?

(BREATHE!)

They come bets to fight every fuckin'one

(BREATHE!)

Say some punks around and some bumpin' gums (or bustin' guns)

(BREATHE!)

Spray guns might result in you bussin' some

(BREATHE!)

[Verse 2:]

Never let a hatin' muh' fucker

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 nigga in the grave

if he hate or penetrate

the loop of love a nigga made

if you step into me

you will never benefit

Nigga if I start it Imma finish it

Run up on a mother fucka while he fuckin' a chick

Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dick

Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant

You got it with yo nigga that's the luck of the grit

Bring pain 2 everyone, in your face with the bane

You bury some, It's a mother fuckin' shame we carry guns

If you don't you insane or very dumb

Teccanina's too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard),

too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)

'Cause a nigga know a mother fuckin' round will spit

Fuckin' around with the killa clown and shit.

[Hook 2:]

If you really wanna do it nigga we can step into it

Put us up against some mother fuckers

and we runnin' thru it

Fuck a nigga buck a nigga

if he think he's a gorilla

Meant I when I said it you remember that

(hell mother fuckin' yeah)

You don't wanna get in trouble

With a nigga like the Teccanina

if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust

We don't ever stop and take a minute we

just...

[Chorus:]

(BREATHE!)

Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?

(BREATHE!)

They come pass the pipe before we fuck him up

(BREATHE!)

Say some punks around and some punks get ghost

(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

Fuckin' wit a crazy insane warlord

Punks wanna trip but they know

I'm too mother fuckin' hard

Deadly ticking like a time bomb

Fuckin' with me you were think you were in Vietnam

When I explode ain't nuttin left

but remains for those who are froze

For fuckin' wit a nigga insane

Mentally minded mad mother fuckin' 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 fucked up

There it is you little bitch made nigga

start runnin' when I'm playin' with the trigga

of an uzi a twelve gauge, it 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 fuck with me

So for those who chose to jump up and talk shit

Admit ya bitch your little ass got lit

[Hook:]

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 fuckin' yeah)

You don't wanna get in trouble

With a nigga like the Teccanina

if your lookin' like a enemy, bust

We don't ever stop and take a minute we

just...

[Chorus (2x):]

(BREATHE!)

Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?

(BREATHE!)

They come pass the pipe before we fuck him up

(BREATHE!)

Say some punks around and some punks get ghost

(BREATHE!)

Spray guns might result in you bussin' some

(BREATHE!)

• Artist:Tech N9ne