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Body Count Last Breath

last breath I want your last breath You're not dreamin' You're not alone Oh I want your last breath, your Last breath, your last breath I want your last

last breath I want your last breath [Chorus] You're not dreamin' You're not alone Oh I want your last breath, your Last breath, your last breath I

I wouldn't feel like this Nothing ever makes me feel like this Wouldn't be the same if he went away And I keep on counting Every breath I take, every little breath

over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rappel on fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear, in his last

glock, nigga, act right You crossed this nigga, how you playin', I'm a naughty head The last bitch got 4 shots to the head I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete Last breath, last

and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash Pull fast for your stash Long as the war last, foot up in your ass Tryin' to count more math, bring in the hardcore

If you get a famous feature on yo song ain't nobody gone sing-a-long (nigga, that shit ain't gone work) [CHORUS] Before y'all suckaz count me out, Before y'all suckaz count

leaves her body he screams me too All he ever wanted was to teach you to reach you Death is the cousin of sleep Just close your eyes count sheep and breathe

Population Hidden In Cold Winds Drifting Through The Landscape Freezing Death Breath Of Lethal Power Breath Of Life Turns Into Breath Of Death Last