S.L.A.B., Paul Wall, Grit Boys - Breath lyrics

[S.L.A.B., Paul Wall, Grit Boys - Breath lyrics]

Yeah, you bitch ass niggas 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 ABN
Putting it in your back
You back stabbing bitches
Yeah, so try and breathe motherfuckers

You niggas won't breathe
If my niggas don't eat
We can take it to the streets
If you niggas want beef
My niggas don't sleep, my niggas gon ride
And y'all niggas gon die
If you really wanna try

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 niggas, surrender please
Trae, hit 'em with
That semi-automatic symphony

It's mandatory
These niggas 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 niggas 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

You niggas won't breathe
If my niggas don't eat
We can take it to the streets
If you niggas want beef
My niggas don't sleep, my niggas gon ride
And y'all niggas gon die
If you really wanna try

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

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 SLAB, 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 niggas 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

You niggas won't breathe
If my niggas don't eat
We can take it to the streets
If you niggas want beef
My niggas don't sleep, my niggas gon ride
And y'all niggas gon die
If you really wanna try

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

Breathe motherfucker, what you niggas 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
SUC, Slow Loud And Bangin'
Assholes by motherfucking nature
That's what it is yeah

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