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Breathe
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Fashawn
Featuring(s) : Bravo
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[Verse 1-Fashawn] 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 [Hook-Fashawn] 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 [Verse 2-Bravo] My nigga busted in the crib, head throbbin' and shit He got his dome split, strong armed, robbed on the strip 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 muthaf*cka, 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 muthaf*cka [Hook-Bravo] 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 [Verse 3-Fashawn] 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 f*ck 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 [Hook-Fashawn] 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
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