Lirik Lagu Breathe Easy - The Lox
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Intro:SP KillerYeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X motherfuckerNiggas don't know how we bout to come this timeNo more shiny suitsNone of that shit
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 furtherMurder or get murdered
Verse 1:[Styles Paniro]Half of the hustle, half of them killersAll of them Niggas wanna kill PaniroBetter send the guerrilla'sCause beef is like a brand new carYou better rideEverytime I sleep I dieWish I was gone (ya know)Felt dumb when I was youngI used to wish I was onI'ma stay blunted and red with one in the headNiggas thinkin' they the donTill their shit get bombedI put 4 in your shootin' arm2 in your legsLike 10 in your chestThe last one in your headI give you the whole clip,like you cheated and stole shitKnocked off the pack, flossed and no chipsYou know the businessEmpty rap kill your co-defendantKeep it male and catch a body in trialIf you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday StylesCome with 2 guns up and empty both off the clipsKill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth
Chorus: x2
Verse 2:[Sheek Luchion]Yo, yo, yoI come to your town on a Peter Pan, no JackOne pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with thatWanna beef me?, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heatCallin' all across town to borrow a full poundMeanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your nogginWhile your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the projectHe clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you danceYou should have spent it on some gunsInstead of Iceberg pantsWhat, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggersWith our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE)Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckersStead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with herThere's a new-born in the house,then I'm killin' the babysitterY'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyesYour moms would wear glasses,with the nose disguise around meTalkin greasyY'all like watermelonsBig but crack easy
Chorus: x2
Verse 3:[Jadakiss]Now if you know Jay,I never been a brother to frontI be in L.A. wearin' any colors I wantRock guns like shirts, block under the punkAnd I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumpsAnd I know a few of you wanna get my watchBut it a be funeral if you get my watchIt ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealthRun up in a gunstore, cop the top shelfThe Crack-game is dead, all they want is weed nowChicks that I went to school with, a seed nowYou know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brownIce down, in my roll look like nighttownTo all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th timeI recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymesAnd just because you might have seen me,in and out of your houseIs no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth
Chorus: till end
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 furtherMurder or get murdered
Verse 1:[Styles Paniro]Half of the hustle, half of them killersAll of them Niggas wanna kill PaniroBetter send the guerrilla'sCause beef is like a brand new carYou better rideEverytime I sleep I dieWish I was gone (ya know)Felt dumb when I was youngI used to wish I was onI'ma stay blunted and red with one in the headNiggas thinkin' they the donTill their shit get bombedI put 4 in your shootin' arm2 in your legsLike 10 in your chestThe last one in your headI give you the whole clip,like you cheated and stole shitKnocked off the pack, flossed and no chipsYou know the businessEmpty rap kill your co-defendantKeep it male and catch a body in trialIf you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday StylesCome with 2 guns up and empty both off the clipsKill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth
Chorus: x2
Verse 2:[Sheek Luchion]Yo, yo, yoI come to your town on a Peter Pan, no JackOne pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with thatWanna beef me?, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heatCallin' all across town to borrow a full poundMeanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your nogginWhile your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the projectHe clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you danceYou should have spent it on some gunsInstead of Iceberg pantsWhat, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggersWith our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE)Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckersStead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with herThere's a new-born in the house,then I'm killin' the babysitterY'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyesYour moms would wear glasses,with the nose disguise around meTalkin greasyY'all like watermelonsBig but crack easy
Chorus: x2
Verse 3:[Jadakiss]Now if you know Jay,I never been a brother to frontI be in L.A. wearin' any colors I wantRock guns like shirts, block under the punkAnd I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumpsAnd I know a few of you wanna get my watchBut it a be funeral if you get my watchIt ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealthRun up in a gunstore, cop the top shelfThe Crack-game is dead, all they want is weed nowChicks that I went to school with, a seed nowYou know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brownIce down, in my roll look like nighttownTo all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th timeI recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymesAnd just because you might have seen me,in and out of your houseIs no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth
Chorus: till end
