Lloyd Banks - Breathe Freestyle lyrics

Your boy sick So move or the germ might touch ya I'm at the rucker, burning them trees up like Usher When I teach you how to rap fam I'm in that black van Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman Who gives a f** if it's our brawl 'cause my dog got the windows from the 24-Hour slawg I'm on the verge of flippin Lord send me a sign, before I empty this nine, and leave the board drippin Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin Ryu and Ken, whoever you send, I'ma rip em' I'm added to society, mainly wit my system Run and put em' in the truck, like a kidnapping victim I'm papa so they pushin me harder My a**ociates got interior motives like wishin his father I figure, I rather play wit these blades before i pa** Build a ballcourt, and go buy Bentleys to go to crash I'm headed towards my prime Wit metaphors and mines And I compliment my momma wit pedacures and wind I'm nine for nine, the rap Einstein Pound for pound I'm Tyson a.k.a Icyin Message for the record I ain't sleepin for a second So even if i make it theres tool under the pillow I'm brought up, to the V wit a poolish from the window I'ma smoker, so the brokas won't leave us wit the Indo I'm always wit a pair, before the crew looks for the bimbo A dead meats in ur daughter I'll f** her and won't support her I'm matching on the pedal Smile from ear to ear Middle finger in the air Before I catch her eye Keep rydin behind your tens f** n***as don't know no Denim They'll rob you for the rhinestones and your pimp cup They goin off of we say n***as is runnin off from my buzz, fatser than Jamaicans in the relay I'm blowin the cush, driving lazy in the lane Yelling money ain't a thang Like Jay-Z and Jermaine About 80 on the chain Like Brady wit the aim I'm the same Whether the Mercedes or the train And I may be on a plane By the end of the night But it's aight Tho, I might throw I'm rich off a Mic Hoe My stamina's low X-Rated is my type so I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go Living room, dining room, bedroom, bathroom Upstairs, nuts smared all over your Sasoon Ya on that fly sh** That Southside sh** Thet I'ma sit on these ten million before i die sh** I'm from the block where the heafers be To doing shows out in Pinkston when they rocking where your peppers see And being gangsta ain't enough A lil' n***a that's stuntin will put a k**a in a box like Chuck CHEAH!