Buckshot - Breath Control Lyrics
[buckshot]Feavin ass, creepin ass, my mans black path, ease up off the av.You dont make me laugh, Im dead serious to the coreBrother, you better check the shit I got in storeCuz, what I got in store keeps me ready for the warW-a-r, r-a-w raw, I saw more than the average citizenShit is in style, ***** a ass til it smileBdi, like the all I seein, everything, like this mood I be inMeditation, constant concentrationWhen I inhale and exhale for all my niggas whose facin death rowTime to flow on another mission buck, no diggityLets go, my dignity, when police be friskin meLike you found the burner on the bd mcBut, non cypher, 10%, what you gonna do, representWhen you raise your glock, but me and my niggas on the top[chorus]What you really need isWhat you really need isAll you really need is breath controlBreath control, breath control, breath controlWhat you really need is breath control[buckshot]If I said it once, Ill say it againWhen all them punk niggas think they ready to spinStep up, and you can get your melon crushedJust like the rush from a train, Ill dissect ya frame in halfRaise my duck down staff as my microphone blow ya out the frameAll the way back, zone is the way of my walkinDown the block, buckshot, rock a nigga head off, get offOr Im gon set it off from the south to the northEast, west, and we can all get it on, word is bondShit is like that, write that in your memory bankBoot camp clik, thank, you for tellin me you read misses in your mindStupid, now imma hit ya mentality from behindI know youre not alone in your zoneSo imma enter your *****in cypher where you roamAnd turn your house into my home, just cuz Im the rulerSun ruler, school a nigga, while you try to fool a original crookWe never stop thinkin, minds constantly on the move to keep it linkinLike chains, you know we maintain, what?Boot camp clik represent nigga, we dont give a *****[chorus 2x][buckshot]Its easy, listenin to buckshot, while I rock knotsGuarantee to put a bullet shot inside ya niggas whoTry to step to, buck, the bdb, plus I hold my rep too*****, Im just a nigga you can listen toClear, you can understand every word you supposed toSee babble is a word in your vocabularyNot mind, nigga, when I rhyme, you can hear the sign of the scorpionGot you coughin in, stuck by the venom that I put in himAlways loose, never win, Im developinA brand new bomb to set the blowTo let all them niggas know[chorus to fade]
