Ras Kass Follow

Featuring Yukmouth, Eddie Projex

(Hook)
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'

(Verse)
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 stupe
And the jets trying to move something I was on lupe
Sky Walker old G in my optimo
Drug store open 24 like a stop and go
Before I ever sold a show I was cappin blow
Off and joe's , black and white
Diamonds called a rocky road
That clock go seek , go scream el bamonos
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
Before I heard wizz 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

(Hook)
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'

(Verse)
I rose from the dead, snacking on a bats head
Drag nails to your feet bitch screw up with a flat head
Ethio 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 gizer you up in kaizer
Stump by some shit that belong to a budweiser commercial
Herfel, stab and squirt purple
Murk you in a church full of people in a pressed circle
Doomsday scenario like repo 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 turd

(Hook)
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'

(Verse)
I'm talking menace to society
Odor , tojar
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 purple
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
He 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 2 seater
Dumb fucking you can have I don't need her
Third strike and you just a mr. meaner
Call me windex 'cause nobody come cleaning
Listen, you just follow the leader

(Hook)
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'
You think he's still breathin'