Breathe [Amended Album Version]

Two and then a three, three
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
Woo!
They has to react like havin' a asthma attack
Two and then a three, three
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
You betta breathe
Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta breathe
When I come through, hum too, some shoes
Breathe
Breathe
One and then a two, two
Embrace they health or either keep em' on a quiet

And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
As quick as a tick in a New York minute

But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe

Then you gotta
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
Then you gotta breathe, oh
To the A-B, it's in the maybe, rollin' with my baby
Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in 'KayBee'
Three and then a four, four
Two and then a three, three
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe
Three and then a four, four
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Every chick I bone, can't leave the dick alone
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right
Then you gotta
They rather see me lay in a Hearse than lay in the bach
Then you gotta breathe
Three and then a four, four
And they in they worst
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe
One and then a two, two

Face it boo and do it till your face get blue

They shook up and hooked up to respirators
Then you gotta breathe
Two and then a three, three
One and then a two, two
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed

I came back with some sicka stones
I don't see no fuckin' hope

Even worse, catch a Tef, only way you catch a F
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
You betta breathe
Lookin' like they need oxygen masks
Everybody breathe

And then

You niggaz can't share my air
Three and then a four, four
That's the reason they signed me
Then you gotta breathe
What you know about lettin' dimes lick on ya?
One and then a two, two
My flow is like a Coupe, breezin' at 90
They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya
Two and then a three, three
When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it
And I pace myself
But I keep em' on a diet
If you present with the man
One and then a two, two
And make it hard to breathe
And space myself and just take a deep breath

I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
When I come through, hum too, some shoes
Two and then a three, three
One and then a two, two
Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left
Two and then a three, three

And I'm gettin' better year by year

Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right
Then you gotta

One and then a two, two
Unless these motherfuckas breathe
'Coz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best

On they last breath talking to investigators

While you inhale the weed
Then you gotta breathe
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
I see 'em on the block when I passes
Woo!
I make it hard to breathe
If you present with the man
How I address the haters and under estimators

Queens gotta, Staten Isle gotta
Then you gotta
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe
Breathe
So I know it's one of them everytime I flip my phone
Like a doctor with a stethoscope

One and then a two, two
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through

Then you gotta breathe
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
You niggaz gotta, you bitches gotta
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta
Two and then a three, three
One and then a two, two

Three and then a four, four
I rhyme slick on ya
That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me
Like they say wine do
Sure these niggaz can't breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Uptown gotta, The Bronx gotta

When they see the plasma in back
And ride up on them like they escalators
Like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Then you gotta
And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breathe
'Coz the cops wanna lock and harass us
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
Three and then a four, four
Three and then a four, four
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe

But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
Then you gotta

Then you gotta