Breath Control Lyrics - Singles - Buckshot

(Buckshot) 

Feavin ass, creepin ass, my man's black path, ease up off the Av. 

You don't make me laugh, I'm dead serious to the core 

Brother, you better check the shit I got in store 

Cuz, what I got in store keeps me ready for the war 

W-A-R, R-A-W raw, I saw more than the average citizen 

Shit is in style, fuck a ass til it smile 

BDI, like the all I seein, everything, like this mood I be in 

Meditation, constant concentration 

When I inhale and exhale for all my niggas whose facin death row 

Time to flow on another mission Buck, no diggity 

Let's go, my dignity, when police be friskin me 

Like you found the burner on the BD MC 

But, non cypher, 10%, what you gonna do, represent 

When you raise your glock, but me and my niggas on the top 

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(Chorus) 

What you really need is 

What you really need is 

All you really need is breath control 

Breath control, breath control, breath control 

What you really need is breath control 

(Buckshot) 

If I said it once, I'll say it again 

When all them punk niggas think they ready to spin 

Step up, and you can get your melon crushed 

Just like the rush from a train, I'll dissect ya frame in half 

Raise my Duck Down staff as my microphone blow ya out the frame 

All the way back, zone is the way of my walkin 

Down the block, Buckshot, rock a nigga head off, get off 

Or I'm gon' set it off from the south to the north 

East, west, and we can all get it on, word is bond 

Shit is like that, write that in your memory bank 

Boot Camp Clik, thank, you for tellin me you read misses in your mind 

Stupid, now I'mma hit ya mentality from behind 

I know you're not alone in your zone 

So I'mma enter your fuckin cypher where you roam 

And turn your house into my home, just cuz I'm the ruler 

Sun ruler, school a nigga, while you try to fool a original crook 

We never stop thinkin, minds constantly on the move to keep it linkin 

Like chains, you know we maintain, what? 

Boot Camp Clik represent nigga, we don't give a fuck 

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(Chorus 2X) 

(Buckshot) 

It's easy, listenin to Buckshot, while I rock knots 

Guarantee to put a bullet shot inside ya niggas who 

Try to step to, Buck, the BDB, plus I hold my rep too 

Fuck, I'm just a nigga you can listen to 

Clear, you can understand every word you supposed to 

See 'babble' is a word in your vocabulary 

Not mind, nigga, when I rhyme, you can hear the sign of the scorpion 

Got you coughin in, stuck by the venom that I put in him 

Always loose, never win, I'm developin 

A brand new bomb to set the blow 

To let all them niggas know 

(Chorus to fade)