Breathe Lyrics

Ox and men, ox is friend
And the rest of them niggaz that's in the pen I'm standin' in
What's a thug? Fuckin' thug, y'all niggaz ain't really bug
When this shit hit the fan, y'all hope'll be thug
Out in the desert, rap wizard, stylistic
Check the statistics on my LP's
You see me on the streets, mark of the beast
.44 slugs rip through your fleece, they hold grease
Next tape, trapped on the Shao', there's no escape
No bridge, no boat, just a place for your throat

Surrounded by water, transmit the blood of manslaughter
This gold-diggin' bitch on my dick, I can't abort her
Plus it's cheaper, and the skins is deeper on her daughter
Splashin' 'em both, got it taped on camcorder
What it like, I be eatin' too much beats and rice
Rollin'