J. Cardim - Breathe Thru The Years lyrics

[Hook]: I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Breathe through the years I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Breathe through the years I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you [Verse One] [Saigon]: The come to the ghetto to murder raid it When they need to see what it is That's makin' they f**in' kids impersonate it Me and my cousin were related Till I heard that he snitched sh** made me so sick I regurgitated Sometimes I wonder why I used to lie to my mom What was it that made me ride with a chrome the size of my arm? I neglected Elijah Moham' Said I'd rather die on my feet then live like a survivor from 'Nam Sai to the gon Front, pop pop and you're gone Cause me and a frontin' a** n***a could not get along When I drop June 1st, 12 o'clock in the morn' That's the day that Flex will drop a f**in' hydrogen bomb And when I'm sh**tin' I ain't forgettin' brothers who been it Even though the tie sorta died, the love for you didn't What are you kidding? I remember the talks about Squizard (what else?) n***as f**in' with lizards Goin' months without visits [Hook]: Breathe through the years I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Dead or alive I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Breathe through the years I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Dead or alive I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you [Verse Two] [Saigon]: And why is that in whatever case Somebody died, they say that he in a better place Even though when he was alive he never prayed Cause he was too busy focusing on the cheddar chase You think God just wiped all of his sins away? You think the reverend's convincing all of his friends today? You think they really believe though he was dealin' ki's That he'd be up in Heaven with some of them ill MC's? Please You think if there really is a God He'd agree with the man that did JoAnne Chesimard f** nah You listen to what I learn to tell I got a prophecy, them crackers that framed Herman Bell gon' burn in Hell Cause God don't like ugly And it's a shame it's the brother that's the same color as me that's gon' mug me What's even worse than that, I'm gon' plug him Police put another body in the bag, zip it and say f** 'em They don't love 'em [Hook]: Breathe through the years I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Dead or alive I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Breathe through the years I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Dead or alive I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you [Verse Three]: I said the drama's pitiful Little n***as is homicidal Couple meals ago, shorty was eatin' through his umbilical Now he feel he unk**able sh** is all amazin' The wrong altercation will leave his a** with a long abrasion I try to make my life the focal through rhymes These n***as do vocal booth crime I shot n***as multiple time You sold a few dimes But when you rappin' you the crack king I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing I'm filled with this realness Rappers happen to lack it I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that wack sh** Sick of this ridiculousness Any lyricist that claim he wicked as this Will die with his dick in his fist Get twist with just a flick of a wrist What you gon' hide slick? f** it Rick, got a flick and ya miss We ain't gon' k** 'em just cripple the b**h So it's torture when the nickle hit I'm psychopathically sick as triple six I won't miss b**h Nah [Hook]: Breathe through the years I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Dead or alive I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Breathe through the years I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you Dead or alive I don't know 'bout you, I don't know 'bout you