Breathe [Acappella]

Then you gotta

And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
Then you gotta breathe
Woo!
My flow is like a Coupe, breezin' at 90
I rhyme slick on ya
Then you gotta breathe
One and then a two, two
And they in they worst

The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right

Like they say wine do
Lookin' like they need oxygen masks
Every chick I bone, can't leave the dick alone
Three and then a four, four
Everybody breathe
To the A-B, it's in the maybe, rollin' with my baby
Three and then a four, four
That's the reason they signed me
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
How I address the haters and under estimators
Two and then a three, three
Two and then a three, three

While you inhale the weed
I got em' grabbin' they chest
And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts
And then
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe

Then you gotta breathe
And space myself and just take a deep breath
I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
'Coz the cops wanna lock and harass us

Like they chokin' on a chicken bone
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe
Two and then a three, three
I see 'em on the block when I passes

Three and then a four, four
One and then a two, two
Three and then a four, four
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
One and then a two, two
But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe

When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it
Unless these motherfuckas breathe
Embrace they health or either keep em' on a quiet
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
Then you gotta

Two and then a three, three
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
Then you gotta breathe, oh

Breathe
What you know about lettin' dimes lick on ya?
Three and then a four, four
And make it hard to breathe
If you present with the man

One and then a two, two
Three and then a four, four
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Then you gotta breathe
One and then a two, two
That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Then you gotta
'Coz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
Uptown gotta, The Bronx gotta
Then you gotta

Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left
When I come through, hum too, some shoes
I came back with some sicka stones

Breathe
Woo!
You betta breathe
Then you gotta
Three and then a four, four

I make it hard to breathe
Sure these niggaz can't breathe
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
So I know it's one of them everytime I flip my phone
One and then a two, two
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe

One and then a two, two
Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in 'KayBee'
Three and then a four, four

And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breathe
If you present with the man
When they see the plasma in back
Two and then a three, three
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe

Two and then a three, three
I don't see no fuckin' hope
One and then a two, two
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right
Two and then a three, three
You betta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
They shook up and hooked up to respirators

And ride up on them like they escalators

And I pace myself

Even worse, catch a Tef, only way you catch a F
One and then a two, two
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth

And I'm gettin' better year by year
You niggaz gotta, you bitches gotta
When I come through, hum too, some shoes
Breathe
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
Then you gotta breathe
On they last breath talking to investigators
Then you gotta
They has to react like havin' a asthma attack
You niggaz can't share my air
Queens gotta, Staten Isle gotta

Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta breathe

Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
Then you gotta
But I keep em' on a diet
They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta
Three and then a four, four
But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
Two and then a three, three
They rather see me lay in a Hearse than lay in the bach

Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue