Breathe [Rolling Stone Version]

What you know about lettin' dimes lick on ya?
One and then a two, two
Then you gotta
On they last breath talking to investigators
One and then a two, two

The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right
They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya
So I know it's one of them everytime I flip my phone
Then you gotta breathe
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
You betta breathe
One and then a two, two
And then
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
Breathe

And space myself and just take a deep breath

One and then a two, two
When they see the plasma in back
Breathe
And ride up on them like they escalators
Then you gotta breathe
Three and then a four, four
That's the reason they signed me
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe
One and then a two, two
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Then you gotta breathe
Three and then a four, four
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Embrace they health or either keep em' on a quiet
One and then a two, two
Then you gotta breathe
Lookin' like they need oxygen masks
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe

And I pace myself
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four

They rather see me lay in a Hearse than lay in the bach
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
Three and then a four, four
And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breathe
Then you gotta breathe
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth

Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in 'KayBee'
One and then a two, two
You niggaz gotta, you bitches gotta
I see 'em on the block when I passes
They has to react like havin' a asthma attack
Even worse, catch a Tef, only way you catch a F
And I'm gettin' better year by year

Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left
Two and then a three, three
When I come through, hum too, some shoes

That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me
Then you gotta
Queens gotta, Staten Isle gotta
How I address the haters and under estimators

But I keep the glocks in the stashes
My flow is like a Coupe, breezin' at 90
Woo!

Then you gotta
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe
Then you gotta breathe, oh
One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
'Coz the cops wanna lock and harass us

And make it hard to breathe
Uptown gotta, The Bronx gotta
Then you gotta
Sure these niggaz can't breathe

Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta
And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Like they say wine do

To the A-B, it's in the maybe, rollin' with my baby
If you present with the man
Unless these motherfuckas breathe

When I come through, hum too, some shoes
One and then a two, two

'Coz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
But I keep em' on a diet
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Two and then a three, three
I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair

Three and then a four, four
But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
Like they chokin' on a chicken bone
While you inhale the weed
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear

Every chick I bone, can't leave the dick alone
Three and then a four, four
Three and then a four, four

Two and then a three, three
I don't see no fuckin' hope

I came back with some sicka stones
Two and then a three, three
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it
You betta breathe

Then you gotta
If you present with the man
Two and then a three, three

Everybody breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Three and then a four, four
And they in they worst

Woo!

Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
Then you gotta
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
You niggaz can't share my air
Two and then a three, three

Breathe

I make it hard to breathe

But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
Three and then a four, four
I rhyme slick on ya
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
Then you gotta