Lyrics Breath Control - Buckshot
(Buckshot)
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
(Chorus)
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
(Buckshot)
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
(Chorus
2X)
(Buckshot)
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
(Chorus
to
fade)
1 Intro (Games People Play)
2 Follow With Pride
3 Follow My Lead RMX
4 Ladies N Gentleman
5 My B**ches and My N***as
6 Trapped
7 Take It to the Streets
8 I'll Be Damned
9 Heavy Weighters
10 Glide With Me
11 Take Your Time
12 Breath Control
13 Boom Bye Bye
14 Feel It
15 Will We Live to See 2morrow?
16 Final Words
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