Yukmouth Yukmouth - Breathe (Game Diss) Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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