Verse 1:nnNever duck another mother fucker repeat itnNever duck another mother fuckernNigga better delete itnput the cerebellum in killa modenFor real a foe can never getnwith what a gorilla knownKilla syllable fillin'nyo biblical ritual the shit to get ridnOf yo pain hearing your pitiful game,nthis is political painnDeep in the pit of yo brain let it rainnwith a unforgettable aimnNigga lookin' for a spot to bustnCause the homie that you killed meant a lot to usnBuck instead of lookin' for a cock to fucknKill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastikanYou can do it but you blew it cause lockin' upnget your ride on nigga is you rock or what?nLots of luck,nyou're really gonna need it hella heatednMother fucker let the glock erupt, Box him upnI don't wanna be the onento get a milla meter in the gutnI wanna be the one to hit'em with another millincut up In the middle I'm a little sicknAnd different And I meant itnwhen I said it you remember that?n(Hell mother fuckin' yeah)nyou don't wanna get in troublenWith a nigga like the Teccaninanif your lookin' like a enemy bustnWe don't ever stop and take a minutenwe justnnChorus:nn(BREATHE!)nHey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?n(BREATHE!)nThey come bets to fight every fuckin'onen(BREATHE!)nSay some punks around and some buckin' gunsn(BREATHE!)nSpray guns might result in you bussin' somen(BREATHE!)nnVerse 2:nnNever let a hatin' mother fuckernsee ya sweatnBleed the chest no need regretnA fun day caper a Sunday papernSo I can read the rest I can dig it you can dig itnPut a nigga in the grave if he hate or penetratenThe loop of lovena nigga made if you step into menYou will never benefitnNigga if I start it Imma finish itnRun up on a mother fuckanwhile he fuckin' a chicknPut a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dicknWasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevantnYou got it with yo nigga that's the luck of the gritnBring pain 2 everyone in your face with the banenYou bury some its mother fuckin' shamenwe carry gunsnIf you don't you're insane or very dumbnTeccanina's too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard), too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)ncause a nigga knownA mother fuckin' round will spitnFuckin' around with the killa clown and shit.nIf you really wanna do it nigga we can step intonPut us up against some mother fuckersnand we runnin' thru itnFuck a nigga buck a nigganif he think he's a gorillanMeant I when I said it you remember thatn(hell mother fuckin' yeah)nYou don't wanna get in troublenWith a nigga like the Teccaninanif you're lookin' like a enemy, bustnWe don't ever stop and take a minutenwe jus,nnChorus:nn(BREATHE!)nHey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?n(BREATHE!)nThey come bets to fight every fuckin'onen(BREATHE!)nSay some punks around and some buckin' gunsn(BREATHE!)nSpray guns might result in you bussin' somen(BREATHE!)nnVerse 3:nnGet sprayed by the Tech 9 handgunnNow I'm on the out runnFlowin' the beginning hot cooked will donenFuckin' wit a crazy insane warlordnPunks wanna trip but they knownI'm too mother fuckin' hardnDeadly ticking like a time bombnFuckin' with me you think you were in VietnamnWhen I explode aint nuttin leftnbut remains for those who are frozenFor fuckin' wit a nigga insanenMentally minded mad mother fuckin' mad mannis out to attacknSinkin' punks like quick sandndroppin' and poppin'nAny punk that bucks up bring a body bagnIf you wanna get fucked upnThere it is you little bitch madennigga start runnin'nWhen I'm playin' with the trigganof an uzi a twelve gaugenReally don't matter many suckas dienWhen the shot gun scatternFrom block 2 block, hood 2 hoodnStreet 2 street boy you can't fuck with menSo 4 those who chose 2 jump up and talk shitnAdmit ya bitch your little ass got litnI don't wanna be the onento get a milla meter in the gutnI wanna be the one to hit'em with another millincut up In the middle I'm a little sicknAnd different And I meant itnwhen I said it you remember that?n(Hell mother fuckin' yeah)nYou don't wanna get in troublenWith a nigga like the Teccaninanif your lookin' like a enemy bustnWe don't ever stop and take a minutenwe just breathennChorus (2x):nn(BREATHE!)nHey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?n(BREATHE!)nThey come bets to fight every fuckin'onen(BREATHE!)nSay some punks around and some buckin' gunsn(BREATHE!)nSpray guns might result in you bussin' somen(BREATHE!)