Breathe (Re-release Track)

(album: Anghellic - 2001)

[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 filling
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 looking for a spot to bust
Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
Buck instead of looking for a cock to fuck
Kill a nigga like he was rocking a swastika
You can do it but you blew it cause you locking 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 fucking yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if you're looking like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

[Chorus:]
(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you ducking from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fuckin'one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some bumping gums (or busting guns)
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bussing some
(BREATHE!)

[Verse 2:]
Never let a hating 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 fucking a chick
Put a bullet in her head while she sucking 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 fucking 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 fucking round will spit
Fucking 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 running 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 fucking yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if you're looking like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

[Chorus:]
(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you ducking 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 bussing some
(BREATHE!)

[Verse 3:]
Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun
Now I'm on the out run
Flowing the beginning hot cooked will done
Fucking wit a crazy insane warlord
Punks wanna trip but they know
I'm too mother fucking hard
Deadly ticking like a time bomb
Fucking with me you were think you were in Vietnam
When I explode ain't nuttin left
but remains for those who are froze
For fucking wit a nigga insane
Mentally minded mad mother fucking mad man
is out to attack
Sinking punks like quick sand
dropping and popping
Any punk that bucks up bring a body bag
If you wanna get fucked up
There it is you little bitch made nigga
start running when I'm playing 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 fucking yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if your looking 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 ducking 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 bussing some
(BREATHE!)