Ces Cru - Stop Breathing lyrics

[Verse 1: Rittz] Strange Music in this b**h hoe Ain't no record label better, cause I said so Tech ever said to get them ready, set, go I'mma dead them, I can let them think they got the best flow Think about tryin' me, just don't Had to add another rapper to the d**h toll They go making d**h threats and I'm playing 'til they laying In the grave and they engraving "Dead broke" on your headstone Stacking dough up like I'm breakin' bread loafs And I'm seein' more commas The more that I tour around the country I be sticking up like I'm a sore thumb, you Thinking 'bout sticking me, you sort of unfortunate Cause I be ready for you when you and your boys run up Poor son of a b**h, give us a board at the morgue and the core Runner sent the shots toward right to the door of your 4-Runner More money is more drama f** it though cause I was broke up rollin' up Hopin' we gone get through the storm comin' So f** anybody tryin' to strong-arm us Rollin' over snakes in the gra** with the lawnmowers They thinking I'ma start ballin' and crossover And I can tell the haters see we have success Well we ain't on the same level homeboy Looking down while they gasp for breath and all I heard was [Pre-Hook] I can't feel my arms, I can't feel my legs I can't breathe, I can't breathe Yeah, cause we the best Stevie Stone, CES Cru and me they wanna test us [Hook] We can, we can make them all stop breathing We can make them all stop breathing We can, we can make them all stop breathing Anybody want it with us take a beating it ain't sh** to me cause We can, we can make them all stop breathing We can make them all stop breathing We can, we can make them all stop breathing Keep it up, you giving me a reason Bout to k** a motherf**er [Verse 2: Stevie Stone] Who said I'm a real one? Got a text message from Rittz told me to k** one I'm a send a few shots I'm 'bout it Think a n***a replying, doubt it I can have the whole block surround me Find a n***a, I ground and pound it, and bound it Yeah, anybody can get it, I got a vendetta Ready, giving it to whatever that been better Depend whether the creme de la Then when they come into the ring, I'm here, swing batter You don't really want to revel with the rebel Gotta take 'em to a whole 'nother level Got the holes and the shovel You and your man, gonna bury ya together You seem a little shook, hear ya heartbeat A little situation when you cross me I'm a feed ya to the gators You a motherf**ing hater, need to be a bunch of paper once you walk me f** around lose a limb, n***a saw me p**y n***a don't taunt me I have ya homies out bleeding from a lung You're panickin' and callin out 911, what's the fuss 'bout [Pre-Hook] I can't feel my arms, I can't feel my legs I can't breathe, I can't breathe Yeah, cause we the best Stevie Stone, CES Cru and me they wanna test us [Hook] We can, we can make them all stop breathing We can make them all stop breathing We can, we can make them all stop breathing Anybody want it with us take a beating it ain't sh** to me cause We can, we can make them all stop breathing We can make them all stop breathing We can, we can make them all stop breathing Keep it up, you giving me a reason Bout to k** a motherf**er [Verse 3: Godemis] Everybody wanna rap nowadays Everybody wanna rap, they don't even need a reason Everybody and they mama wanna rap Who the hell they following? Is anybody leading? Can't call it like a land line, can't stand on it like a land mine, homie hold up You about to get everything you said you ever wanted, literally finna blow up They don't like me, so what? Ain't a damn thing changed since back in the day True dick finna go nuts, I don't rap like them, I don't play that way And I don't wanna fan out, looking for a hand out Or acting like an idiot because I wanna stand out Following into the letter when it's planned out Got a n***a suffocating with his hands out [Verse 4: Ubiquitous] Top of the morning, I'm taking my spot Drop without warning, I'm neighborhood watch Top of the line and I'll aim at your wig Who you know? What set do you claim? Where you live? Better roll up with Strange with the Tech and the Krizz Stevie Stone, the game with the CES and the Rittz Got them running til ain't nothin left in the limbs And now they feeling the pain in they chest and they rib Blaring they tongue twist They suffocatin' and heading for peristalsis And now they can't even get any air at all It's getting darker, I think it'd be fair to call this Prepare an offense or carry a coffin I can make a call and leave you buried in Boston Ever met a martyr? Now the k**er married to karma Never forget about Eric Garner, I can't breathe [Pre-Hook] I can't feel my arms, I can't feel my legs I can't breathe, I can't breathe Yeah, cause we the best Stevie Stone, CES Cru and me they wanna test us [Hook] We can, we can make them all stop breathing We can make them all stop breathing We can, we can make them all stop breathing Anybody want it with us take a beating it ain't sh** to me cause We can, we can make them all stop breathing We can make them all stop breathing We can, we can make them all stop breathing Keep it up, you giving me a reason Bout to k** a motherf**er