Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breathe , by - Fashawn. Song from the album Boy Meets World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.10.2009
Record label: IAN Group
Song language: English
Breathe |
| Shots trickle down the block |
| It’s surrounded with cops |
| And paramedics, everybody on their front lawn |
| So I took caution, scoped the scenery out |
| Look to my left and see my nigga’s moms |
| Tears rolling down her face, I knew somethin' was wrong |
| Cause usually her demeanor was calm and she hysterical |
| Spotted the body bag, it’s when I did the math |
| They took her only son, he was all she had |
| And that was my nigga, so I gotta ride |
| Made a phone call, somebody gotta die |
| Leave more yellow tape than Columbine |
| Catastrophic like when two missiles collide |
| You can feel it in your chest, seconds away from death |
| Nigga take a deep breath, hope you wearin' a vest |
| Cause when them bullets fly there ain’t gone be nothin' left |
| Nigga now breathe in |
| Now breathe in |
| Breath in |
| Breathe in |
| Breathe out |
| My nigga busted in the crib, head throbbin' and shit |
| He got his dome split, strong ??? |
| I called the ambulance, my baby mama all in the mix |
| She on her cell phone talkin' her shit we gotta handle this |
| Before the sun up, they probably think we finna run up |
| Until I put the gun up, and leave them niggas done up |
| Revenge is a muthafucka, no matter who involved |
| Shootin him, shootin yall, hit they block |
| Seen the lady, she was 'bout 46 |
| She told her son, «goodbye» with a hug and a kiss |
| Waited til she inside, then my niggas rode by |
| Hit that nigga with the 4−5, let him know it’s live muthafucka |
| You can feel it in your chest, seconds away from death |
| Nigga take a deep breath, hope you wearin' a vest |
| Cause when them bullets fly there ain’t gone be nothin' left |
| Nigga now breathe in |
| Now breathe in |
| Breath in |
| Breathe in |
| Breathe out |
| Never thought that I would be a killer |
| Now I’m in the Chevy with my finger on the trigger |
| Drunk with revenge, you can smell it on my breath |
| Dressed in all black as I ride through the 'jects |
| Heart beatin' fast, palms full of sweat put my foot on the gas |
| Hopin' for the best, prepared for the worst |
| Hand on the tech, itchin' to let it burst, hopin' that it connect |
| (where the fuck is these niggas at?) |
| Spotted 'em, but they ain’t see us |
| Hopped out the Chevy, then we got at 'em |
| One of them ducked, the other one caught one in the rib |
| Thinkin' to myself, «these niggas can’t live» |
| Ugh |
| You can feel it in your chest, seconds away from death |
| Nigga take a deep breath, hope you wearin' a vest |
| Cause when them bullets fly there ain’t gone be nothin' left |
| Now breathe in |
| Now breathe in |
| Breath in |
| Breathe in |
| Breathe out |