Breathe Easy Lyrics - The Lox

Intro: 

SP Killer 

Yeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X motherfucker 

Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time 

No more shiny suits 

None 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 further 

Murder or get murdered 

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Verse 1: 

(Styles Paniro) 

Half of the hustle, half of them killers 

All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro 

Better send the guerrilla's 

Cause beef is like a brand new car 

You better ride 

Everytime I sleep I die 

Wish I was gone (ya know) 

Felt dumb when I was young 

I used to wish I was on 

I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head 

Niggas thinkin' they the don 

Till their shit get bombed 

I put 4 in your shootin' arm 

2 in your legs 

Like 10 in your chest 

The last one in your head 

I give you the whole clip, 

like you cheated and stole shit 

Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips 

You know the business 

Empty rap kill your co-defendant 

Keep it male and catch a body in trial 

If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles 

Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips 

Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth 

Photos 

Chorus: x2 

Verse 2: 

(Sheek Luchion) 

Yo, yo, yo 

I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack 

One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that 

Wanna beef me?, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heat 

Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound 

Meanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your noggin 

While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project 

He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance 

You should have spent it on some guns 

Instead of Iceberg pants 

What, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggers 

With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE) 

Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers 

Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her 

There's a new-born in the house, 

then I'm killin' the babysitter 

Y'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes 

Your moms would wear glasses, 

with the nose disguise around me 

Talkin greasy 

Y'all like watermelons 

Big but crack easy 

Chorus: x2 

Verse 3: 

(Jadakiss) 

Now if you know Jay, 

I never been a brother to front 

I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want 

Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk 

And I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumps 

And I know a few of you wanna get my watch 

But it a be funeral if you get my watch 

It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth 

Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf 

The Crack-game is dead, all they want is weed now 

Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now 

You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown 

Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown 

To all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th time 

I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes 

And just because you might have seen me, 

in and out of your house 

Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth 

Chorus: till end