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Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Grit Boys, Paul Wall - Breath

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(*talking*)Yeah, you bitch ass niggaz can`t breathe huhWe taking all, after marks maynIt`s the Mista-Mista, in your motherfucking faceRepping this dub, S-L-A-BAnd the motherfucking A.B.NPutting it in your back, you back stabbing bitchesYeah, so try and breathe motherfuckers[Hook - 2x]You niggaz won`t breathe, if my niggaz don`t eatWe can take it to the streets, if you niggaz want beefMy niggaz don`t sleep, my niggaz gon rideAnd y`all niggaz gon die, if you really wanna try[Poppy]For seven years I`ve been running this race, running in placeThrough suffering hate, struggling waiting for something to shakeAnd it`s nothing to the Bay, as far as talent`s concernedHaven`t you heard, we known to this mental law challengersYou been testing my patience, now I`ma challenge yoursLook at my bloodline, bitch I`m known to damage curvesCheck out my pedigree, this is what I was bread to beFuck being celebrities, just give me the feddy pleaseI`m bout that getty-green, and getting it by any meansScoob, `Nique and Pop mayn that Grit Boy TrinityIt`s no hope for you bitch niggaz, surrender pleaseTrae, hit `em with that semi-automatic symphony[Trae]It`s mandatory, these niggaz on the verge of a temper-tantrumCause I ran inside this bitch, and skeeted out with another anthemRaw ain`t it, I let these niggaz breathe for a minuteBut now Slow Loud And Bangin` back, and we gon fight to the finishFuck a script see I`ma blitz, and stick you hoes where you standing atDon`t know the Terror Squad, but I`m gon have you hoes leaning backNow breathe, you bitches got me sick to the stomachAnd all this speaking with your hands, gon get you six to the stomachGutter related with the Grit, so now the fan finna get yaAin`t it no way we gon let up hope, everyone of `em hit yaNow walk with that, busted up ass old industry niggaAnd I`m a asshole, ain`t no way to finish me nigga[Hook - 2x][Unique]It`s all trill for real, I`m so hoodSame spot same corner, it`s all goodI got haters, so you might as well take a numberIt`s fakers everywhere, and I can`t let `em take me underThat`s why, it`s only wonderHow to bring the heat like the summer, keep reaching from us to usYeah, I`m smoother than a 75Lincoln with the suicide do`s, bitch you ain`t knowWe spit vivid flows, spit it how we live it broAnd I don`t really think, you get the picture thoughI let my figgas grow, Russell Simmons mindframeBut you`ll get rushed with the semi`s, fuck with mine mayn[Scooby]The block in me, built for a sky to readHad a lot of fake partnas, but not UniquePlus Poppy got my back, Trae asking where they atThen he call up S.L.A.B., them go get the gatsIf you fuck with me, you can get touched quicklyIf you ain`t know by now, nigga we run the cityIt`s mo`, than the music foolYou can end up, on the motherfucking news at noon dudeYou think you Bishop on the juice, mayn you not himNiggaz gon catch you, and really put your butt at brimAnd the clouds all that loud talk, you can get fouled out of the gameKnock your ass down, like a sample of caine mayn[Hook - 2x][Paul Wall]Everytime I turn around, I hear somebody hatingBut I`m patiently making moves, bringing home the baconI came up in the game, slowly but surelyBuilt my reputation up, to make the whole world know mePeople turned they back on me, but I can`t fall offA couple friends came and went, but I just counted a lossI got the heart of a lion, and the mind of EinsteinSteady climbing the ladder, in the mix on the grindI`m in the game, making chess movesI refuse to fail I might not win, but I sho won`t loseI gotta get it, while it`s here for the takingBut it`s too many people in my path faking, but I ain`t tripping(*talking*)Breathe motherfucker, what you niggaz getFor running round this bitch, getting big headedLike we wasn`t gon cause hell, on these streets niggaWe been out here, it go down like thatSlow Loud And Bangin`, feel what I`m sayingAlways affiliated with the streets, 3-2 what`s up babyS.U.C., Slow Loud And Bangin`Assholes by motherfucking nature, that`s what it is yeah

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