New! Read & write lyrics explanations
  • Highlight lyrics and explain them to earn Karma points.

Your boy sick
so move or the germ might touch ya
I'm at the rucker, burning them trees up like Usher
When I teach you how to rap fam
I'm in that black van
Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman
Who gives a fuck if it's our brawl
'cause my dog got the windows from the 24-Hour slawg
I'm on the verge of flippin
Lord send me a sign, before I empty this nine, and leave the boy drippin
Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin
Ryu and Ken, whoever you send, I'ma rip em'
I'm added to society, mainly wit my system
Run and put em' in the truck, like a kidnapping victim
I'm popular so they pushin me harder
My associates got interior motives like bush and his father
I figure, I rather play wit these lames before i pass
Build a ballcourt, and go buy Bentleys to go to crash
I'm headed towards my prime
Wit metaphors and lines
And I compliment my momma wit pedacures and wines
I'm line for line, the rap Einstein
Pound for pound
Tyson a.k.a Icyin
Message for the record
I ain't sleepin for a second
So even if i make it there's tool under the pillow
I'm brought up, to the V wit a poolish from the window
I'ma smoker, so the brokas won't leave us wit the Indo
I'm always wit a pair, before the crew looks for the bimbo
A dead meats in ur daughter
I'll fuck her and won't support her
I'm matching on the pedal
Smile from ear to ear
Middle finger in the air
Before I catch her eye
Keep rydin behind your tens fuck
Niggas don't know no Denim
They'll rob you for the rhinestones and your pimp cup
They goin off of we say
Niggas is runnin off from my buzz, fatser than Jamaicans in the relay
I'm blowin the cush, driving lazy in the lane
Yelling money ain't a thang
Like Jay-Z and Jermaine
About 80 on the chain
Like Brady wit the aim
I'm the same
Whether the Mercedes or the train
And I may be on a plane
By the end of the night
But it's aight
Tho, I might throw
I'm rich off a Mic Hoe
My stamina's low
X-Rated is my type so
I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go
Living room, dining room, bedroom, bathroom
Upstairs, nuts smared all over your Sasoon
Ya on that fly shit
That Southside shit
Thet I'ma sit on these ten million before i die shit
I'm from the block where the heafers be
To doing shows out in Pinkston when they rocking where your peppers see
And being gangsta ain't enough
A lil' nigga that's stuntin will put a killa in a box like Chuck
CHEAH!



Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/l/lloyd_banks/breathe_freestyle.html

Correct | Report

Please input the reason why these lyrics are bad:

songmeanings

      Write about your feelings and thoughts

      Know what this song is about? Does it mean anything special hidden between the lines to you? Share your meaning with community, make it interesting and valuable. Make sure you've read our simple tips.
      U
      Unregistered
      Min 50 words
      Not bad
      Good
      Awesome!
      Explain

      Write an explanation

      Your explanation
      Add image by pasting the URLBoldItalicLink
      10 words
      Good
      Cool
      Awesome!
      Explanation guidelines:
      • Describe what artist is trying to say in a certain line, whether it's personal feelings, strong statement or something else.
      • Provide song facts, names, places and other worthy info that may give readers a perfect insight on the song's meaning.
      • Add links, pictures and videos to make your explanation more appealing. Provide quotes to support the facts you mention.
      Before you get started, be sure to check out these explanations created by our users: good, very good, great.
      ×