I’m Gonna Kill U

[Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by Chris Liggio] (x2)
“Your mind” (x8)

[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin]
I seen honey and, yo, I tried to hide the bulge when thinking
Of indulging in an all-out making, call out Breezly Brewin
Session of the flesh, and as the matter was discussed, this lust
Expressed through my reasoning would help with seasoning
That rump roast, gassing up that blunt most incredible
Edible vision with precision, had her fiending for incisions
She’s with it. Yo, fuck it. Hit it. I was slugging for
The bleacher. As I represented, had her bugging ‘cause I reach
Her promised land before I spread it on her jiff and so on. Must I
Go on play-by-play of the duking? I’ll save that shit for Luke, and
As she walked me out of the abode, this kid she know jumped up and said
“Next time I see you, I’ma kill you,” and was jetty

[Bridge: Samples]
“HOOOLD UP! HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!”
“‘Next time I see you, I’ma kill you,’ and was jetty”

[Verse 2: Breeze Brewin]
Hmm
That’s different, the paranoid feeling my first
Spliff sent, but, yo, I spoke as if the riff meant, “Know what I’m
Saying though, hon?” I pleaded, I needed boning history
To crack the mystery why this nigga was fuming. Speaking of my
Tomb, and she said, “Please, don’t even stress shit. That’s like
The average cornball that I mess with, and I guess, with being ghetto
Aphrodite, half y’all mighty wanna-be-mack-niggas stress
The clitoris,” so I considered this but also thought of his proposal

[Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Breeze Brewin]
Brothers on some ill shit, kill shit, coming out they face
“Next time I see you, I’ma kill you,” and was jetty
Brothers on some ill shit, kill shit, coming out they face
“Next time I see you, I’ma kill you,” and was jetty

[Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Samples with Scratches by Chris Liggio]
“Your mind” (x8)

[Verse 3: Breeze Brewin]
I’m home-bound, I feels the dome pound, I ponder the yonder
Because the jaws of money on my Swanson imitated Bronson
But fuck a Death Wish. All that murderous conversing
Could never have my person cruising in a hearse instead of
On this uptown Number 2. Still, I mustn’t slumber
Who knows the foe’s mindstate If his faking’s nathings
Then I could be Swayze on the strength ‘cause, at any length
Mad niggas see God and Santa Claus, gassed to the tenth
Exponent. Fuck it. I see him, I’ma flex—don’t it make sense?
Heads not chilling in the room, I load the jammie, think
About it for a second, then I grab it ‘cause, yo, I’d rather
Have it, not need it than need it, and then not have it—you follow?
I swallow ghetto pride for fearing shit. Like honey said
“Don’t stress it, just don’t care, and hit the streets like Mr. Hardrock”
But hardrocks become rock-hard with rigor mortis, and
Respect is the commandment the divine trigger taught us. When
A dire nigga caught us off-guard and scarred, mental agony
Of all sorts—at least he made a handsome corpse—but me?
I wants my wrinkles and my hairline wild, receding. Honey
Beeps me, “911, the love bone’s needed.” Fuck it, I’m out

[Hook 1: Breeze Brewin]
Brothers on some ill shit, kill shit, coming out they face
“Next time I see you, I’ma kill you,” and was jetty
Brothers on some ill shit, kill shit, coming out they face
“Next time I see you, I’ma kill you,” and was jetty

[Verse 4: Breeze]
Yo, check it out. I turned
The corner to a block, peoples was looking wild rough, and I seen
Shorty with the mouth by DTs with handcuff, and getting
Closer to her gate, I figured that he wasn’t bluffing
The honey I was with is strictly bodybag stuffing

[Outro: Sample]
“Murder” (x4)