S.L.A.B. - Breath lyrics

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S.L.A.B. - Breath lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, you b**h a** n***as can't breathe huh We taking all, after marks mayn It's the Mista-Mista, in your motherf**ing face Repping this dub, S-L-A-B And the motherf**ing A.B.N Putting it in your back, you back stabbing b**hes Yeah, so try and breathe motherf**ers [Hook - 2x] You n***as won't breathe, if my n***as don't eat We can take it to the streets, if you n***as want beef My n***as don't sleep, my n***as gon ride And y'all n***as gon die, if you really wanna try [Poppy] 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, b**h I'm known to damage curves Check out my pedigree, this is what I was bread to be f** 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 b**h n***as, surrender please Trae, hit 'em with that semi-automatic symphony [Trae] It's mandatory, these n***as on the verge of a temper-tantrum Cause I ran inside this b**h, and skeeted out with another anthem Raw ain't it, I let these n***as breathe for a minute But now Slow Loud And Bangin' back, and we gon fight to the finish f** 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 b**hes 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 a** old industry n***a And I'm a a**hole, ain't no way to finish me n***a [Hook - 2x] [Unique] 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, b**h 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, f** with mine mayn [Scooby] 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 S.L.A.B., them go get the gats If you f** with me, you can get touched quickly If you ain't know by now, n***a we run the city It's mo', than the music fool You can end up, on the motherf**ing news at noon dude You think you Bishop on the juice, mayn you not him n***as gon catch you, and really put your bu*t at brim And the clouds all that loud talk, you can get fouled out of the game Knock your a** down, like a sample of caine mayn [Hook - 2x] [Paul Wall] 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 (*talking*) Breathe motherf**er, what you n***as get For running round this b**h, getting big headed Like we wasn't gon cause hell, on these streets n***a 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 S.U.C., Slow Loud And Bangin' a**holes by motherf**ing nature, that's what it is yeah