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  1. G-Eazy - Breathe Lyrics. Verse 1 My apologies if I'm too blunt, me no mean to offend you But there is no discussion of it, I am cooler than you They fly me out.
  2. I got a debt to pay, this for Eazy And I’ll blast any punk mothafucka’ don’t believe me I spit 16’s Fuck rap, I got a Mac that’ll turn your white T into a Ms. King I got a attitude, so fuck it And I’m in the field with them birds like TJ Duckett LA to NY, the public love him He the next Ice Cube, so what he thuggin’.

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Game don’t fall off, Game get bored nigga Compton, got it coming out my pores nigga I’m like Cassidy with 25 million Stack it up, that’s like a project building Get back with 50 but I can’t cause I killed him Wait, have you seen him? Nada, papa, nigga live on that milk carton And my nigga Boosie still ain’t got a pardon Swerve! G-eazy Breathe lyrics & video: My apologies if I'm too blunt, me no mean to offend you But there is no discussion of it, I am cooler than you They fly me out for shows, then I.

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(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the first round nigga.
Go back to the drawin' board nigga.
(Breathe!)
I'm built for dis baby.
Oh yeah and thanks for the promotion on the radio station.
I loved that nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
Keep sayin' my name, keep sayin' my name baby.
Keep blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The Game play games nigga.
You a lyin' ass toungue ring faggot nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

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(Yukmouth)
I crack your back when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse like a asthma attack.
Nigga I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is D'mack'n ya brotha.
And you still got clapped.
Lay on ya back and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga ain't from the hood.
Your first album went wood.
And every week you get slap by Suge.
Bitch nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs gon' spray.
It's like your boxed in with pepper spray.
Nigga I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, that's the code of the streets.
I drag you from the 6-fo.
By that G-Unit peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't really want beef.
My shot niggas got that G-Unit peice.
Buck I know you can't...
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you never met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man your lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, adjust your tongue ring.
While Dre stick his dick in ya ass.
You pretty dumb thing.(Fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a G-Unit model.
Ill fill you up with them hallows, you fall.
I follow and watch you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War like wakle.
My chain glow I made doe.
Since you had that tongue ring.
And fade on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape diva and every G-Unit sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to sing them high notes like Aretha.
You gotta...(Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Fuck Wall street.
A gat to your cheek.
And put your brains on the passenger seat.
Game over he can't...
(Breathe!)

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(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth talks over the chorus)
(Chorus)
One into the two, two into the four,
The Game want war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The Regime ride.
Game ride wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One into the two, two into the four,
G-Unit want war, G-Unit got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The Regime ride.
Game ride wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
It's war time.
You bitches understand me.
There's no fist fightin'.
On sight I'ma blam you.
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas face with gun handles.
You know me the definition of the land of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You pose for the camera.
I carry my own blamma.
Bury niggas with chucks on with wooden pyjamas.
On the hood (Breathe!) you square.
Death is a promise.
No niggas know you from the jungles to the bottoms.
'cause' you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model.
I was born with Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a dick (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with which crews hotta.
Match your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
From E-1-4 to the Shaws.
There's a price on your face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Bitch Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us regeme life nigga!
How dare you say da regeme on your fake ass skit!
How dare you use 5 on it you fake ass nigga!
You aint got no placks on your wall!
You aint got no money you bitch!
You at yo momma house, you punk!
You tongue ring queen!
Nigga!
You cant fuck with me man!
Stay off the internet you computer thug!
You dont want it nigga!
You dont want war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden murdered you!
And Yuk gon dead yo ass nigga!
I'ma wack yo bitch ass punk!
You already know how we rock nigga.
You just got your first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you were tryin to be a G-Q model!
You thought you was the next LL.
REMEMBER!?
Remember you was saying that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
Fake ass blood...
Nigga!

Boyz-n-the Hood is found on the album N.W.A and Their Family Tree.

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Hey yo man, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was 'Gangsta Gangsta' at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA
'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't sayin' shit
Down on B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't sayin' shit
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath starts stinkin'
Left to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't sayin' shit
I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, 'Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another'
Walkin home and I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beat for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is cut for doin the crime
For defense on the boy, he'll do some time
'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't sayin' shit
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork
'Disruption of the court', said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out 'fire!', then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder
'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't sayin' shit

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