Breathe [Explicit Album Version]

When I come through, hum too, some shoes
And space myself and just take a deep breath
When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it

I got em' grabbin' they chest
One and then a two, two
Then you gotta
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And make it hard to breathe
One and then a two, two
To the A-B, it's in the maybe, rollin' with my baby
You betta breathe
While you inhale the weed
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe
I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
Three and then a four, four

They has to react like havin' a asthma attack
Two and then a three, three
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
Woo!
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta
You betta breathe
And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breathe

Then you gotta
Sure these niggaz can't breathe

One and then a two, two
Then you gotta breathe
How I address the haters and under estimators
Two and then a three, three
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe
Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in 'KayBee'
Everybody breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
You niggaz gotta, you bitches gotta

And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts
Then you gotta
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
Woo!
If you present with the man

Breathe
I make it hard to breathe
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
Three and then a four, four
One and then a two, two
And then
Then you gotta
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right

'Coz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And ride up on them like they escalators

Three and then a four, four

Then you gotta
Then you gotta breathe
Every chick I bone, can't leave the dick alone
Like they chokin' on a chicken bone
One and then a two, two
My flow is like a Coupe, breezin' at 90
But I keep em' on a diet
What you know about lettin' dimes lick on ya?
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
If you present with the man
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Then you gotta breathe
So I know it's one of them everytime I flip my phone

In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left
That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
Then you gotta breathe

Lookin' like they need oxygen masks
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth

Embrace they health or either keep em' on a quiet
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
Three and then a four, four
Three and then a four, four
One and then a two, two

Three and then a four, four
Three and then a four, four
Three and then a four, four
Two and then a three, three
And I'm gettin' better year by year
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
I see 'em on the block when I passes
They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya

I came back with some sicka stones
But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe

Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
They rather see me lay in a Hearse than lay in the bach
On they last breath talking to investigators
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right

Breathe
Then you gotta breathe, oh
I rhyme slick on ya
Then you gotta breathe

I don't see no fuckin' hope
Unless these motherfuckas breathe

Or walk a mile in the pair I wear

Breathe
Two and then a three, three
Two and then a three, three
Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta
Two and then a three, three
When I come through, hum too, some shoes

Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
That's the reason they signed me
'Coz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe

When they see the plasma in back

Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta breathe
Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta
Like they say wine do
Even worse, catch a Tef, only way you catch a F
One and then a two, two
And I pace myself

Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
Queens gotta, Staten Isle gotta
You niggaz can't share my air
Uptown gotta, The Bronx gotta
And they in they worst

One and then a two, two
One and then a two, two
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
But I keep the glocks in the stashes