Breathe, oh Woo! Woo! Woo! Breathe One and then a two, two Two and then a three, three Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe, oh One and then a two, two Two and then a three, three Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe Then you gotta Then you gotta Sure these niggaz can't breathe When I come through, hum too, some shoes Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past If you present with the man You betta breathe You niggaz can't share my air Or walk a mile in the pair I wear And I'm gettin' better year by year Like they say wine do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through And I pace myself I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep em' on a diet Embrace they health or either keep em' on a quiet And space myself and just take a deep breath I got em' grabbin' they chest 'Coz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best And they in they worst They rather see me lay in a Hearse than lay in the bach And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts I came back with some sicka stones That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me Like they chokin' on a chicken bone Every chick I bone, can't leave the dick alone So I know it's one of them everytime I flip my phone Breathe One and then a two, two Two and then a three, three Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe One and then a two, two Two and then a three, three Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe One and then a two, two Two and then a three, three Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe Then you gotta Then you gotta Yo, these niggaz can't breathe When I come through, hum too, some shoes Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past If you present with the man You betta breathe I see 'em on the block when I passes Lookin' like they need oxygen masks I make it hard to breathe But I keep the glocks in the stashes 'Coz the cops wanna lock and harass us And make it hard to breathe They has to react like havin' a asthma attack When they see the plasma in back You dudes are wheezin' behind me My flow is like a Coupe, breezin' at 90 That's the reason they signed me It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut How I address the haters and under estimators And ride up on them like they escalators They shook up and hooked up to respirators On they last breath talking to investigators I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair Face it boo and do it till your face get blue And then Breathe One and then a two, two Two and then a three, three Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe One and then a two, two Two and then a three, three Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe One and then a two, two Two and then a three, three Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe Then you gotta Then you gotta Yo, these niggaz can't breathe When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it As quick as a tick in a New York minute Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left Even worse, catch a Tef, only way you catch a F To the A-B, it's in the maybe, rollin' with my baby Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in 'KayBee' I rhyme slick on ya They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya What you know about lettin' dimes lick on ya? While you inhale the weed And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breathe Like a doctor with a stethoscope I don't see no fuckin' hope Unless these motherfuckas breathe Yeah, Brooklyn gotta Uptown gotta, The Bronx gotta Queens gotta, Staten Isle gotta You niggaz gotta, you bitches gotta Everybody breathe One and then a two, two Two and then a three, three Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe Then you gotta Then you gotta Breathe © DELICATE MUSIC; RONDOR MUSIC (LONDON) LTD (BMI); Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com