Breath

(feat. Ricky D, Poppy, Trae, U-Neek, Scooby, Paul Wall, Y)
 [talking]
 Yeah, you bitch ass niggaz 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
 [Hook x2]
 You niggaz won't breathe, if my niggaz don't eat
 We can take it to the streets, if you niggaz want beef
 My niggaz don't sleep, my niggaz gon ride
 And y'all niggaz gon die, if you really wanna try
 [Poppy]
 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 niggaz, surrender please
 Trae, hit 'em with that semi-automatic symphony
 [Trae]
 It's mandatory, these niggaz 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 niggaz 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
 [Hook x2]
 [Unique]
 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
 [Scooby]
 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
 Niggaz 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
 [Hook x2]
 [Paul Wall]
 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 niggaz 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