[Verse 1] Never duck another motherfucker, repeat it Never duck another motherfucker, nigga better delete it Put the cerebellum in killer mode, for real a foe Can never get with what a gorilla know Killin' syllable feelin' ya biblical ritual This shit'll get rid of ya pain, here in your pitiful game This is political pain, deep in the pit of your brain Let it rain with the unforgettable aim (Gunshot) Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us But, instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck Kill a nigga like he was rockin' the swastika You can do it, but you blew it, cause your mockin' up Get your ride on, nigga is you rock or what? Lots of luck, you really gonna need it, hella heated Motherfucker let the Glock erupt, box him up
[Bridge] I don't wanna be the one to get a millimeter in the gut I wanna be the one to hit 'em with another milla Caught up in the middle, I'm a little sick and different And I mean it when I said it, you remember that? Hell motherfuckin' yeah!
[Hook 1] You don't wanna get in trouble With a nigga like the Tecca Nina If you looking like an enemy (Bust) We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just) (Breathe) Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin' from? (Breathe) They come best to fight every fuckin' one (Breathe) Say some, punks bound to sell coke and guns (Breathe) Sprayin' guns, might result in you bustin' some (Breathe)
[Verse 2] Never let a hatin' motherfucker see you sweat Bleed the chest, don't need regret I fun day caper, a Sunday paper, so I can read the rest I can dig it, you can dig it, put a nigga in the grave If you hate or penetrate a loop of love a nigga made If you step up to me you would never benefit Nigga if I start it, I'mma finish it Run up on a motherfucker, while he's fuckin' a chick Put a bullet in her head, while she's suckin' a dick Wasn't a bit of evidence, baby it's irrelevant You got it with your nigga that's the luck of the grit Bring pain to everyone in your face with the bane, you very some It's a motherfuckin' shame we carry guns If you don't your insane or very dumb Tecca Nina's too rough (Too rough) too hard (Too hard) Too tough (Too tough) you scarred (You scarred) Cause a nigga know a motherfuckin' round will spit Fuckin' around with a killer clown and shit
[Hook 2] If you really wanna do it, nigga We can step into it Put us up against some motherfuckers And we runnin' through it Fuck a nigga, buck a nigga If he thinks he's a guerrilla Meant it when I said it You remember that (Yeah!) Hell motherfuckin' yeah!
[Hook 1] You don't wanna get in trouble With a nigga like the Tecca Nina If you looking like an enemy (Bust) We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just) (Breathe) Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin' from? (Breathe) They come best to fight every fuckin' one (Breathe) Say some, punks bound to sell coke and guns (Breathe) Sprayin' guns, might result in you bustin' some (Breathe)
[Verse 3] Get sprayed by the Tec-9 hand gun, now I'm on the outrun Flowin' up again and hot, cooked well done Fuckin' with a crazy insane warlord Punks wanna trip, but they know I'm too motherfuckin' hard Deadly, tickin' like a time bomb Fuckin' with me you would think you were in Vietnam When I explode ain't nothin' left but remains But those who were froze fuckin' with a nigga insane Mentally minded mad motherfuckin' mad man Out to attack, sinkin' punks like quicksand Droppin' and poppin' any punk that buck So bring a body bag if you wanna get fucked up There it is little bitch made nigga Start runnin' when I'm playin' with the trigger An Uzi, a 12-gauge it really don't matter Many suckers die when the shotgun scatter From block to block, hood to hood, street to street Boy you can't fuck with me So for those who told you to jump up and talk shit Admit you bitch, your little ass got lit
[Bridge]
[Hook 1] You don't wanna get in trouble With a nigga like the Tecca Nina If you looking like an enemy (Bust) We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just) (Breathe) Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin' from? (Breathe) They come best to fight every fuckin' one (Breathe) Say some, punks bound to sell coke and guns (Breathe) Sprayin' guns, might result in you bustin' some (Breathe)
[Outro] That's beautiful Ronnz from Berlin and shit, hardcore cat Blaze your weed to this This is dedicated to my homeboy Walter Jefferson W.J. Weed Capone nigga If I ever breathe, if I ever live Shit no more fuckin' man Believe this blunt I'm blazin' And still listen to your kids That's real shit, nigga BreatheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
