Lyric Breathe - Fabolous

Lyric Song Breathe: WOO!WOO!WOO!BREATHE!BridgeOne and then the twoTwo and then the threeThree and then the fourThen you gotta BREATHEOne and then the twoTwo and then the threeThree and then the fourThen you gotta BREATHEThen you gotta gaspThen you gotta gaspHook IYo these niggaz can t breathe when I come throughhum tooSome shoesgotta be 20 manIt s not even funny they can t BREATHEThe choke holds too tightThe left looks too rightYou know what You rightThese bitches can t BREATHEHook IILook lookthey hearts racin They start chasin But I m so fast when I blow pastThat they can t BREATHEIn the presence of the manYour future looks better than ya past if you present with the manYou betta BREATHEYou niggaz can t share my airOr walk a mile in the pair I wearAnd I m gettin better year by yearLike they say Juan doCops couldn t smell me if you brought the canines throughAnd I pace myselfI know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealthBut I keep em on a dietEmbrace they healthOr either keep em on a quietAnd space myselfAnd just take a deep breathI got em grabbin they chestCuz it s hurtin em to see Fab in his bestAnd they in they worstThey rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the bachAnd I ain t just layin a verseI m sayin the factsI came back with some sicka stonesThat got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin on a chicken boneEvery chick I boneCan t leave the dick aloneSo I knowIt s one of them everytime I flip my phoneBRIDGEHOOK IHOOK III see em on the block when I passesLookin like they need oxygen mask esI make it hard to BREATHEBut I keep the glocks in the stashesCuz the cops wanna lock and harass usAnd make it hard to BREATHEThey has to reactLike havin a asthma attackWhen they see the plasma in backYou dudes are wheezin behind meMy flow is like a coupebreezin at 90That s the reason they signed meIt s slick metaphors and hard punches on the cutsFeels somethin like hard punches to the gutHow I address the haters and under estimatersAnd ride up on them like they escalatorsThey shook up and hooked up to respiratorsOn they last breath talking to investigatorsI m a breath of fresh airin a fresh pairFace it boo and do it till your face get blueAnd then BREATHEBRIDGEHOOK IHOOK IIWhen the crew walk in itPop a few corks in itAs quick as a tick in a New York minuteCatch a breathfore u catch a leftEven worsecatch a TefOnly way u catch a FTo the A Bits in the maybRollin with my babyGrippin on a toy that you won t find in +KayBee+I rhyme slick on yaI m a have to put the Heimlich on yaWhat you know bout lettin dimes lick on yaWhile you inhale the weedAnd it won t stop till they inhale ya seedAnd it don t stop I tell em to breatheLike a doctor with a stethoscopeI don t see no fuckin hopeUnless these motherfuckas BREATHEYeahBrooklyn gottaUptown gottathe Bronx gottaQueens gottaStaten Isle gottaYou niggas gottaYou bitches gottaEverybody BREATHEOne and then the twoTwo and then the threeThree and then the fourThen you gotta BREATHEThen you gottaThen you gottaBREATHEOh BREATHEBREATHEOh BREATHEBREATHEBREATHEOh BREATHEBREATHE