WOO! WOO! WOO! BREATHE! [Bridge] One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you gotta (gasp) [Hook I] 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 (Hook II) 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 Juan do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through And I pace myself I know these money hungry bitches want to 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 'cause it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best And they in they worst They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back 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 [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] I see em on the block when I passes Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es I make it hard to BREATHE But I keep the glocks in the stashes 'cause the cops want to 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 quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut How I address the haters and under estimaters 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 And a fresh pair Face it boo and do it till your face get blue And then BREATHE [BRIDGE] [HOOK I] [HOOK II] 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-be , its in the maybe Rollin with my baby Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+ I rhyme slick on ya I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya What you know bout 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 I tell em' to breathe Like a doctor with a stethoscope I don't see no fuckin hope Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE Yeah, Brooklyn gotta Uptown gotta the Bronx gotta Queens gotta Staten Isle gotta You niggas gotta You bitches gotta Everybody BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta.. BREATHE Then you gotta.. Then you gotta.. BREATHE Oh* BREATHE BREATHE Oh* BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE Oh* BREATHE BREATHE
Written by: MELVIN BRADFORD, IVAN A. MATIAS, MARSHALL MATHERS, ALVIN JOINER, STEPHON HARRIS CUNNINGHAM, RICHARD W. BEMBERY, - AZNAVOUR, ANDREA MARTIN
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