Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breathe, artist - Fashawn. Album song Boy Meets World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |