life questioning everything Sometimes what is placed right in front of us I find so hard to believe It can crush us so hard That it becomes difficult to breathe
throat You're just another duck, a certified buttercup You better duck, I'm throwin lyrical uppercuts Verses are versatile, I'm worth your while Put a punk
s not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe, But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her) Like being on probation makin' it harder
It's the bomb, baby The bomb, baby With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes [Verse 1] I walk through the projects with stress in my hands A
experience death It get deep around here,fo' real hold your breath Just thinkin' about ya lookin' at the stars as they glistenin' It's hard to put the
like a stunt man Fool of the girls, cause your lover is one man I know the girls and the girls that lick girls But it's hard to breathe with your bullshit
punk Need to calm my being nervous, so I hit the blunt I give up nothin [VERSE 3: MC Eiht] I gotta get you hot in the last verse Complication of styles
earth and rain gasoline This ain't no rap on, peace on It's Theme Music to sock the 1st MC stupid to breathe wrong [Verse 2: Jakki Da Mota Mouth] Suppose
I got that work mo You'll get that when I get back And hit back in a day or so [Verse 1: Kaos] K.C., the Navi, Houston, and the Chi, frine and the friendly
See hard Intoxicated overlord rappin' Come on money what you hearing Hoe's wannabe X-File when niggas just start disappearing JuJu make it hard to breath
wit my verse they get burned like my sheriff while I'm busting on hoes with my super sperm this is a promo for you haters all you punk mothafuckers who
12 gauge One sucka dead L.A. Times front page [Chorus] (Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang, Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang) [Verse
something nigga, read 'em and weap You grinding hard to get yours while the getting is good you got jumped in the club just for repping your hood Eastside D-E-C, where nobody's a punk
that I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump with my nigga Alladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G Yeah, we do the shit like this [Verse One:] The
this nigga said he's ready, man Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right? Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready Aight Know what you're in for, right? [ VERSE
my fuckin ear off I'm the high wrecka, mic checka Wilin out like Red Hot Chili Peppers [Chorus] [Verse Three: Keith Murray] I got def-ly breath control
