Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breath (S.L.A.B.ed), artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Plex, Vol. 4.5 (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle, Trae Tha Truth
Song language: English
Breath (S.L.A.B.ed) |
Yeah, you bitch ass niggas can’t breathe huh |
We taking all, after marks mayn |
It’s the Mista-Mista, in your motherfucking face |
Repping this dub, S-L-A-B |
And the motherfucking A.B.N |
Putting it in your back, you back stabbing bitches |
Yeah, so try and breathe motherfuckers |
You niggas won’t breathe, if my niggas don’t eat |
We can take it to the streets, if you niggas want beef |
My niggas don’t sleep, my niggas gon ride |
And y’all niggas gon die, if you really wanna try |
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, bitch I’m known to damage curves |
Check out my pedigree, this is what I was bread to be |
Fuck 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 bitch niggas, surrender please |
Trae, hit 'em with that semi-automatic symphony |
It’s mandatory, these niggas on the verge of a temper-tantrum |
Cause I ran inside this bitch, and skeeted out with another anthem |
Raw ain’t it, I let these niggas breathe for a minute |
But now Slow Loud And Bangin' back, and we gon fight to the finish |
Fuck 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 bitches 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 ass old industry nigga |
And I’m a asshole, ain’t no way to finish me nigga |
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, bitch 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, fuck with mine mayn |
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 fuck with me, you can get touched quickly |
If you ain’t know by now, nigga we run the city |
It’s mo', than the music fool |
You can end up, on the motherfucking news at noon dude |
You think you Bishop on the juice, mayn you not him |
Niggas gon catch you, and really put your butt at brim |
And the clouds all that loud talk, you can get fouled out of the game |
Knock your ass down, like a sample of caine mayn |
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 motherfucker, what you niggas get |
For running round this bitch, getting big headed |
Like we wasn’t gon cause hell, on these streets nigga |
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' |
Assholes by motherfucking nature, that’s what it is yeah |