Artist: Rittz f/ CES Cru, Stevie Stone Album: Top of the Line Song: Stop Breathing * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * pre-order bonus track [Rittz] Strange Music in this bitch hoe Ain't no record label better cause I said so Tech ever said to get 'em, ready set go I'ma dead 'em, I can let 'em think they got the best flow Think about tryin me, just don't Had to add another rapper to the death toll They go makin death threats and I'm playin 'til they layin in the grave and they engravin "Dead broke" on your headstone Stackin dough up like I'm breakin bread loafs And I'm seein more commas the more that I tour around the country, I be stickin out like I'm a sore thumb, ya thinkin 'bout stickin me, you sort of unfortunate Cause I'll be ready for you when you and your boys run up Poor son of a bitch, stiff as a board at the morgue and the core runner Sent the shots toward right to the door of your 4-Runner More money cause more drama Fuck it though cause I was broke and rollin up, goin swimmin In the back embarrassed, hopin we gon' get through the storm comin So fuck anybody tryin to strong-arm us Rollin over snakes in the grass with the lawnmowers They thinkin I'ma start ballin and crossover And I can tell the haters "See, we have success Well we ain't on the same level homeboy" Lookin down while they gasp for breath And all I heard was [Chorus: Rittz] I can't feel my arms, I can't feel my legs I can't breathe.. I can't breathe Yeah, cause we the best Stevie Stone, CES Cru and me - they wanna test us We can, we can make 'em all stop breathin We can make 'em all stop breathin We can, we can make 'em all stop breathin Anybody want it with us take a beatin, it ain't shit to me cause We can, we can make 'em all stop breathin We can make 'em all stop breathin We can, we can make 'em all stop breathin Keep it up, you givin me a reason 'Bout to kill a motherfucker! [Stevie Stone] Who said I'm a real one? Got a text message from Rittz, told me to kill one I'ma send a few shots, I'm 'bout it Think a nigga replyin, doubt it I can have a whole block surrounded Find a nigga I ground and pound it, and bound it Yeah, anybody can get it, I got a vendetta Ready givin it to whatever that been better Depend whether the crème de la Then when they come into the ring, I'm here, swing batter You don't really wanna rumble with the rebel Gotta take 'em to a whole 'nother level Got the holes and the shovel And you and your man, I'ma bury ya together You seem a little shook, hear ya heartbeat A little situation when you cross me I'ma feed ya to the gators, you a motherfuckin hater Need to be a bunch of paper once you walk me Fuck around lose a limb, nigga saw me, huh Pussy nigga don't taunt me, huh I'll have ya homies out bleedin from a lung You're panickin and callin out 9-1-1 What's the fuss 'bout? [Chorus] [Godemis] Everybody wanna rap nowadays Everybody wanna rap, they don't even need a reason Everybody and they mama wanna rap Who the hell they followin? Is anybody leadin? Can't call it like a land line Can't stand on it like a land mine, homie hold up You about to get everything you said you ever wanted Literally finna blow up They don't like me, so what? Ain't a damn thing changed since back in the day True dick finna go nuts I don't rap like them, I don't play that way And I don't wanna fan out lookin for a hand out or actin like an idiot because I wanna stand out Followin into the letter when it's planned out Got a nigga suffocatin with his hands out [Ubiquitous] Top of the morning, I'm takin my spot Drop without warning, I'm neighborhood watch +Top of the Line+ and I'll aim at your wig Who you know? What set do you claim? Where you live? Better roll up with Strange with the Tech and the Krizz Stevie Stone, the game with the CES and the Rittz Got them runnin 'til ain't nothin left in the limbs And now they feelin the pain in they chest and they rib Blarin they tongue twist They suffocatin and headin for peristalsis And now they can't even get any air at all, it's gettin darker, I think it'd be fair to call this Prepare an offense or carry a coffin I can make a call and leave you buried in Boston Ever met a martyr? Now the killer married to karma Never forget about Eric Garner - "I can't breathe!" CES Cru, Stevie Stone Rittz, Strange Music [Chorus]