Breathe Easy

Intro:
SP Killer
Yeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X mother******
*************s dont know how we bout to come this time
No more *************ny suits
None of that *************t
Chorus: x2
( Sheek Luchion)
We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E
(Jadakiss)
Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G.
Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy
(Sheek Luchion)
Explain thing further
Murder or get murdered
Verse 1:
(Styles Paniro)
Half of the hustle, half of them killers
All of them ************* s wanna kill Paniro
Better send the guerrillas
Cause beef is like a brand new car
You better ride
Everytime I sleep I die
Wish I was gone (ya know)
Felt dumb when I was young
I used to wish I was on
Ima stay blunted and red with one in the head
*************s thinkin they the don
Till their *************t get bombed
I put 4 in your shootin arm
2 in your legs
Like 10 in your chest
The last one in your head
I give you the whole clip,
like you cheated and stole *************t
Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips
You know the business
Empty rap kill your co-defendant
Keep it male and catch a body in trial
If you want a ************* dead than do it Holiday Styles
Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips
Kill you whole ****** crew and go n smoke on the fifth
Chorus: x2
Verse 2:
(Sheek Luchion)
Yo, yo, yo
I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack
One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that
Wanna beef me ?, yall *************s is borrowin heat
Callin all across town to borrow a full pound
Meanwhile this ************* got his guns to your noggin
While your man with the heat is with some ************* up in the project
He clappin at you, you duckin, makin you dance
You should have spent it on some guns
Instead of Iceberg pants
What, L.O.X. off top, pullin our triggers
With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE)
Target mother****** s, cold hearted mother******s
Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her
Theres a new-born in the house,
then Im killin the babysitter
Yall *************s all clowns in Sheek eyes
Your moms would wear glasses,
with the nose disguise around me
Talkin greasy
Yall like watermelons
Big but crack easy
Chorus: x2
Verse 3:
(Jadakiss)
Now if you know Jay,
I never been a brother to front
I be in L.A. wearin any colors I want
Rock guns like *************rts, block under the punk
And I put somethin hot, anyone of you chumps
And I know a few of you wanna get my watch
But it a be funeral if you get my watch
It aint nothing yall can do to stop the Lox wealth
Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf
The Crack-game is dead, all they want is ****** now
Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now
You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown
Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown
To all yall lil Jadas for the 1000th time
I recall hittin your moms or writin your rhymes
And just because you might have seen me,
in and out of your house
Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth
Chorus: till end