The Grouch
The Grouch - Breath lyrics
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(feat. Ricky D, Poppy, Trae, U-Neek, Scooby, Paul Wall, Y) [talking] Yeah, you bitch ass niggaz can't breathe huh We taking all, after marks mayn It's the Mista-Mista, in your motherfucking face Repping this dub, S-L-A-B And the motherfucking A.B.N Putting it in your back, you back stabbing bitches Yeah, so try and breathe motherfuckers [Hook x2] You niggaz won't breathe, if my niggaz don't eat We can take it to the streets, if you niggaz want beef My niggaz don't sleep, my niggaz gon ride And y'all niggaz gon die, if you really wanna try [Poppy] For seven years I've been running this race, running in place Through suffering hate, struggling waiting for something to shake And it's nothing to the Bay, as far as talent's concerned Haven't you heard, we known to this mental law challengers You been testing my patience, now I'ma challenge yours Look at my bloodline, bitch I'm known to damage curves Check out my pedigree, this is what I was bread to be Fuck being celebrities, just give me the feddy please I'm bout that getty-green, and getting it by any means Scoob, 'Nique and Pop mayn that Grit Boy Trinity It's no hope for you bitch niggaz, surrender please Trae, hit 'em with that semi-automatic symphony [Trae] It's mandatory, these niggaz on the verge of a temper-tantrum Cause I ran inside this bitch, and skeeted out with another anthem Raw ain't it, I let these niggaz breathe for a minute But now Slow Loud And Bangin' back, and we gon fight to the finish Fuck a script see I'ma blitz, and stick you hoes where you standing at Don't know the Terror Squad, but I'm gon have you hoes leaning back Now breathe, you bitches got me sick to the stomach And all this speaking with your hands, gon get you six to the stomach Gutter related with the Grit, so now the fan finna get ya Ain't it no way we gon let up hope, everyone of 'em hit ya Now walk with that, busted up ass old industry nigga And I'm a asshole, ain't no way to finish me nigga [Hook x2] [Unique] It's all trill for real, I'm so hood Same spot same corner, it's all good I got haters, so you might as well take a number It's fakers everywhere, and I can't let 'em take me under That's why, it's only wonder How to bring the heat like the summer, keep reaching from us to us Yeah, I'm smoother than a 75 Lincoln with the suicide do's, bitch you ain't know We spit vivid flows, spit it how we live it bro And I don't really think, you get the picture though I let my figgas grow, Russell Simmons mindframe But you'll get rushed with the semi's, fuck with mine mayn [Scooby] The block in me, built for a sky to read Had a lot of fake partnas, but not Unique Plus Poppy got my back, Trae asking where they at Then he call up S.L.A.B., them go get the gats If you fuck with me, you can get touched quickly If you ain't know by now, nigga we run the city It's mo', than the music fool You can end up, on the motherfucking news at noon dude You think you Bishop on the juice, mayn you not him Niggaz gon catch you, and really put your butt at brim And the clouds all that loud talk, you can get fouled out of the game Knock your ass down, like a sample of caine mayn [Hook x2] [Paul Wall] Everytime I turn around, I hear somebody hating But I'm patiently making moves, bringing home the bacon I came up in the game, slowly but surely Built my reputation up, to make the whole world know me People turned they back on me, but I can't fall off A couple friends came and went, but I just counted a loss I got the heart of a lion, and the mind of Einstein Steady climbing the ladder, in the mix on the grind I'm in the game, making chess moves I refuse to fail I might not win, but I sho won't lose I gotta get it, while it's here for the taking But it's too many people in my path faking, but I ain't tripping [talking] Breathe motherfucker, what you niggaz get For running round this bitch, getting big headed Like we wasn't gon cause hell, on these streets nigga We been out here, it go down like that Slow Loud And Bangin', feel what I'm saying Always affiliated with the streets, 3-2 what's up baby S.U.C., Slow Loud And Bangin' Assholes by motherfucking nature, that's what it is yeah