Dj Clue?

Dj Clue? - Your Last Time Breathin' lyrics

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Uh, this for all my niggas

What...all my niggas

Uhh, my Nrooklyn niggas

Uhh wha, my Uptown niggas

Uhh wha, my Junior niggas

Uhh, yo yo yo yo



Verse One: Lil' Cease



There's only noe Lil' Ceaser

Who can touch ya who tease ya

Cruise around the world, tease her with my Visa

Now you're askin' me, the questions and lies

I'll tell ya neither, but betta be a believer

Ceaser Leo believe ya

Iced out, me and Kim rockin' at the White House

See if you can handle this pressure with the lights out

I'm catchin' flights out, D-rockin' plus I'm trifed out

Brooklyn Mint hats and sweatas, with the nights out

Did that, it's all about the break like the Kit Kat

That kid got, players from Brooklyn that get chicks black

I meant that, you like the way Ceaser Leo spit that

It's a trip that, you niggas had to kill B.I.G. to get back

But I sit back and hope that crack

See I don't smoke that, it's too many black folks

With street dreams wanna blow back

Cease aloupe that, I rock a show and hope you know that

And rock a party, and rock a body

Just to help my dough stack



Chorus



You can put your army against my team and

I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'

You can put your army against my team and

I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'



Verse Two: Camron



Uhh, I dare you and the men tryers

Mersadies Benz buyers, chromed rhime tires

O-D like limp buyers, gun sticky handles

Tricky bandels, shit we ran through

And I'ma drink until I catch a plate of Mickey Mantle

With the Land through, then I'm storm out with my coins out

Crispy Sandels, don't like it, well damn you

Ya know how Cam do, mess around and slam you

All about respect now, check ya on black nail

Then we bring the text down, head trek now

Last year I closed the  Rec down

With me and the click, I bring the slicks Nicks

Peepin' the chips, uhh get open off the factory dips

And he sportin' on the back of the whip

That cat Un, like the Acelney whip

Stack chips, twin match on his tip

And it's Undertainment, formely Undeas

We all gon' squeezers, problem, come see us



Chorus



You can put your army against my team and

I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'

You can put your army against my team and

I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'



Verse Three: Charli Baltimore



Yo, it's my family, keeps me runnin' like car fluid

Call me bitch, put the "R" to it

Take the "TC" from it, see we done it

Birds hummin', we heard dem

Comenses, stay Emmy, so I made it from it

Fool never heard of them, I'm Charli, ya Harely

Half of any chick that I ball wit', spoil wit'

I rock brand new, as my whole click and quite well

Ya sell stills Bell A-T-L, we might grow tell

Have vicious on ya Miyell, but play these skills right

Got to give me credit like Mase T's, and face-ti

Last Dons, comense status, only trees we smoke B-Palms

And S-Classes, burn rubber in a 420

Abosrb money, the glamerous fam

Rock Versace like my man and watch me

CB rap Debouitont, any flow you want

I'll arrange it, rocks style, change it

Any time, keep in mind

Charli Baltimore for Undertainment, we're the famous



Chorus



You can put your army against my team and

I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'

You can put your army against my team and

I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
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