| Never duck another mother fucker repeat it
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| Never duck another mother fucker
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| Nigga better delete it
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| Put the cerebellum in killa mode
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| For real a foe can never get
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| with what a gorilla know
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| Killa syllable fillin'
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| yo biblical ritual the shit to get rid of yo pain
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| Hearin your pitiful game,
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| this is political pain
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| Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain
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| with a unforgettable aim
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| Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust
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| Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
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| Buck instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck
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| Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastika
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| You can do it but you blew it cause you lockin' up
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| Get your ride on nigga is you rock or what?
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| Lots of luck,
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| you’re really gonna need it hella heated
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| Mother fucker let the glock erupt, Box him up
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| I don’t wanna be the one
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| to get a milla meter in the gut
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| I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli
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| Cut up in the middle I’m a little sick
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| And different And I meant it
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| when I said it you remember that?
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| (Hell mother fuckin' yeah)
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| You don’t wanna get in trouble
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| With a nigga like the Teccanina
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| if you’re lookin' like a enemy, bust
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| We don’t ever stop and take a minute we
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| just…
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
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| (BREATHE!)
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| They come bets to fight every fuckin’one
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Say some punks around and some bumpin' gums (or bustin' guns)
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Never let a hatin' muh' fucker
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| see ya sweat
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| Bleed the chest no need regret
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| A fun day caper a Sunday paper
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| So I can read the rest
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| I can dig it you can dig it
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| Put a nigga in the grave
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| if he hate or penetrate
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| the loop of love a nigga made
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| if you step into me
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| you will never benefit
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| Nigga if I start it Imma finish it
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| Run up on a mother fucka while he fuckin' a chick
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| Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dick
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| Wasn’t a bit of evidence baby it’s irrelevant
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| You got it with yo nigga that’s the luck of the grit
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| Bring pain 2 everyone, in your face with the bane
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| You bury some, It’s a mother fuckin' shame we carry guns
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| If you don’t you insane or very dumb
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| Teccanina’s too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard),
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| too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)
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| 'Cause a nigga know a mother fuckin' round will spit
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| Fuckin' around with the killa clown and shit.
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| If you really wanna do it nigga we can step into it
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| Put us up against some mother fuckers
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| and we runnin' thru it
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| Fuck a nigga buck a nigga
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| if he think he’s a gorilla
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| Meant I when I said it you remember that
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| (hell mother fuckin' yeah)
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| You don’t wanna get in trouble
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| With a nigga like the Teccanina
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| if you’re lookin' like a enemy, bust
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| We don’t ever stop and take a minute we
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| just…
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
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| (BREATHE!)
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| They come pass the pipe before we fuck him up
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Say some punks around and some punks get ghost
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun
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| Now I’m on the out run
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| Flowin' the beginning hot cooked will done
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| Fuckin' wit a crazy insane warlord
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| Punks wanna trip but they know
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| I’m too mother fuckin' hard
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| Deadly ticking like a time bomb
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| Fuckin' with me you were think you were in Vietnam
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| When I explode ain’t nuttin left
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| but remains for those who are froze
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| For fuckin' wit a nigga insane
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| Mentally minded mad mother fuckin' mad man
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| is out to attack
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| Sinkin' punks like quick sand
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| droppin' and poppin'
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| Any punk that bucks up bring a body bag
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| If you wanna get fucked up
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| There it is you little bitch made nigga
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| start runnin' when I’m playin' with the trigga
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| of an uzi a twelve gauge, it really don’t matter,
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| Many suckas die when the shot gun scatter
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| From block 2 block, hood 2 hood, street 2 street
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| Boy you can’t fuck with me
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| So for those who chose to jump up and talk shit
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| Admit ya bitch your little ass got lit
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| I don’t wanna be the one
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| to get a milla meter in the gut
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| I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli
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| Cut up in the middle I’m a little sick
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| And different And I meant it
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| when I said it you remember that?
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| (Hell mother fuckin' yeah)
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| You don’t wanna get in trouble
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| With a nigga like the Teccanina
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| if your lookin' like a enemy, bust
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| We don’t ever stop and take a minute we
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| just…
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
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| (BREATHE!)
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| They come pass the pipe before we fuck him up
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Say some punks around and some punks get ghost
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| (BREATHE!)
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| Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
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| (BREATHE!) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breathe, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Anghellic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп