Breathe!
One and the two Two and then the Three and the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and the three Three and the four Then you breathe! Then you (gasp) you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggas breathe when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be man not even funny they can't breathe! The choke holds too The left looks too You what? You right bitches can't breathe! Look look, they racin' They start But I'm so fast when I blow That they breathe! In the of the man Your future looks better than ya if you present with the man You breathe!
You can't share my air Or walk a in the pair I wear And I'm getting year by year Like say Juan do Cops smell me if you brought the canines through And I pace I know these money bitches want to taste my wealth But I em' on a diet Embrace health Or either keep em' on a And myself And take a deep breath I got em' grabbin' chest 'Cause it's em' to see Fab in his best And they in worst They rather see me lay in the hearse lay in the back And I ain't laying a verse I'm the facts I came back with some stones That got these broke niggas looking at me like they chokin' on a bone Every I bone leave the dick alone So I It's one of every time I flip my phone
One and the two Two and the three and then the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and then the and then the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and then the Three and then the you gotta breathe! Then you (gasp) you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggas can't when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be man not even funny they can't breathe! The holds too tight The looks too right You know You right These bitches breathe! Look look, they hearts start chasin' But I'm so fast when I past That can't breathe! In the of the man Your future looks better than ya if you present with the man You breathe!
I see em on the when I passes Looking like they need mask-es I make it to breathe! But I keep the glocks in the 'cause the cops to lock and harass us And it hard to breathe! has to react Like havin' a attack When they see the plasma in You are wheezin' behind me My is like a coupe, breezing at ninety That's the reason signed me It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the Feels somethin' hard punches to the gut How I address the haters and under And up on them like they escalators They up and hooked up to respirators On they last talking to investigators I'm a of fresh air And a pair Face it boo and do it till your face get
One and the two Two and the three and then the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and the three Three and the four you gotta breathe! One and the two Two and then the and then the four Then you breathe! you gotta (gasp) Then you (gasp)
Yo niggas can't (breathe) the crew walk in it Pop a few in it As quick as a tick in a New York a breath, fore you catch a left Even worse, a Tef way you catch a F To the A-be, its in the Rollin my baby Gripping on a toy that you won't in "KB" I slick on ya I'm a have to put the on ya What you know bout lettin' lick on ya? While you inhale the And it won't stop till inhale ya seed And it don't I tell em' to breathe Like a doctor a stethoscope I don't see no hope Unless motherfuckers breathe!
Yeah, gotta gotta The Bronx Queens Isle gotta You gotta You gotta breathe!
One and the two Two and the three and then the four you gotta, breathe! you gotta, you gotta, Breathe!