Ras Kass

Ras Kass - Still Breathin lyrics

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Hook:

You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?

You think he's still, still, still breathin?

You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?

You think he's still, still, still breathin?

Still a flame on nigga came in my own lane

Ride in my own coupe, slanging Louis Lane.

Superman ain't up in that phone booth

Dope game cocaine, post it on my own stoop.

And the jet’s trying to move something I was on...

Skywalker, old G in my optimo,

Drug store open 24 like a stop and go.

Before I ever sold a show I was capping blow

Off and Joe’s, black and white, diamonds called a rocky road.

That clock go seek, go screaming, “yo, vamonos!”

Your team on dear nights and you the hockey coach

Knock 'em down like dominos when your partners go to chop a blow

And leave the same bloody nigga gotta know.

Oh, before I heard wiz, I rock the road

Fucking hoes like emeralds at the Papa dose.

Yo, that's how the Don gotta roll

With them trues on my ass and them Prada's on my toes

Hello!

Hook:

You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?

You think he's still, still, still breathin?

You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?

You think he's still, still, still breathin?

I rose from the dead, snacking on a bats head

Drag nails to your feet, bitch, screw up with a flat head!

...comet, meet eternal blackness

The vacuum of space I would kill to the drag fan.

Fuck you, still alive for!

I do this in my sleep while I'm spooning with my side hoe

Miza, drinking out a gazer you up in Kaiser

Stump by some shit that belong to a Budweiser commercial.

Herzfeld, stab and squirt purple

Murk you in a church full of people in a pressed circle.

Doomsday scenario like RIPO man

Buffalo Bill I will keep your skin

Beat your head in and eat your limbs

Pull on life support and meat bay your limbs

These hipsters got hot this ain't revenge of the nerds

And you know what they say you can't polish a turf, nigga!

Hook:

You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?

You think he's still, still, still breathin?

You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?

You think he's still, still, still breathin?

Hey, yeah, I'm talking menace to society...

Eddie throw all strikes, I would never throw balls.

You niggas is foul while I knock you out the park though

And I'm so sick, you can call a nigga bravo!

Pull up in that car slow, look me in my eyes

Heard they wanna call me Norman, cause I'm so psycho.

The AK47 will make you dance like Michael

Moon walking, I think I hear your tomb talking.

Sicker than my last song, you blink with the cask on

I had to go hard, you know why? This is rest song!

And he's not for play, and I'm not, neither!

Catch me with a bitch in a drop two seater.

After I’m done fucking, you can have her, I don't need her!

I’m on my third strike and you just a Mr. Meaner

Call me Windex cause nobody come cleaning

And listen, you just follow the leader!

Hook:

You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?

You think he's still, still, still breathin?

You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?

You think he's still, still, still breathin?

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