Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breath Control, artist - Buckshot. Date of issue: 19.04.2016
Song language: English
Breath Control |
| Feavin ass, creepin ass, my man’s black path, ease up off the Av |
| You don’t make me laugh, I’m dead serious to the core |
| Brother, you better check the shit I got in store |
| Cuz, what I got in store keeps me ready for the war |
| W-A-R, R-A-W raw, I saw more than the average citizen |
| Shit is in style, fuck a ass til it smile |
| BDI, like the all I seein, everything, like this mood I be in |
| Meditation, constant concentration |
| When I inhale and exhale for all my niggas whose facin death row |
| Time to flow on another mission Buck, no diggity |
| Let’s go, my dignity, when police be friskin me |
| Like you found the burner on the BD MC |
| But, non cypher, 10%, what you gonna do, represent |
| When you raise your Glock, but me and my niggas on the top |
| What you really need is |
| What you really need is |
| All you really need is breath control |
| Breath control, breath control, breath control |
| What you really need is breath control |
| If I said it once, I’ll say it again |
| When all them punk niggas think they ready to spin |
| Step up, and you can get your melon crushed |
| Just like the rush from a train, I’ll dissect ya frame in half |
| Raise my Duck Down staff as my microphone blow ya out the frame |
| All the way back, zone is the way of my walkin |
| Down the block, Buckshot, rock a nigga head off, get off |
| Or I’m gon' set it off from the south to the north |
| East, west, and we can all get it on, word is bond |
| Shit is like that, write that in your memory bank |
| Boot Camp Clik, thank, you for tellin me you read misses in your mind |
| Stupid, now I’mma hit ya mentality from behind |
| I know you’re not alone in your zone |
| So I’mma enter your fuckin cypher where you roam |
| And turn your house into my home, just cuz I’m the ruler |
| Sun ruler, school a nigga, while you try to fool a original crook |
| We never stop thinkin, minds constantly on the move to keep it linkin |
| Like chains, you know we maintain, what? |
| Boot Camp Clik represent nigga, we don’t give a fuck |
| It’s easy, listenin to Buckshot, while I rock knots |
| Guarantee to put a bullet shot inside ya niggas who |
| Try to step to, Buck, the BDB, plus I hold my rep too |
| Fuck, I’m just a nigga you can listen to |
| Clear, you can understand every word you supposed to |
| See 'babble' is a word in your vocabulary |
| Not mind, nigga, when I rhyme, you can hear the sign of the scorpion |
| Got you coughin in, stuck by the venom that I put in him |
| Always loose, never win, I’m developin |
| A brand new bomb to set the blow |
| To let all them niggas know |