Woo!
Two and then a three, three
Even worse, catch a Tef, only way you catch a F
My flow is like a Coupe, breezin' at 90
I make it hard to breathe
But I keep em' on a diet
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
Woo!
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
Breathe
Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta breathe
And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breathe

When I come through, hum too, some shoes
Two and then a three, three

One and then a two, two
Breathe

But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
Two and then a three, three
Everybody breathe
If you present with the man
Then you gotta
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

They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya
Two and then a three, three
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe
Then you gotta
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right

Sure these niggaz can't breathe
They has to react like havin' a asthma attack

Three and then a four, four
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimators
Then you gotta
Then you gotta
And space myself and just take a deep breath
When they see the plasma in back
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
Then you gotta
Queens gotta, Staten Isle gotta
Two and then a three, three

Lookin' like they need oxygen masks

Like they say wine do
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
Three and then a four, four
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe

The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right
You betta breathe
And I'm gettin' better year by year
I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair

They rather see me lay in a Hearse than lay in the bach
That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me
And they in they worst

That's the reason they signed me

You dudes are wheezin' behind me
One and then a two, two
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
If you present with the man
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
One and then a two, two

Every chick I bone, can't leave the dick alone
What you know about lettin' dimes lick on ya?
They shook up and hooked up to respirators

Three and then a four, four
And ride up on them like they escalators
One and then a two, two
'Coz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
While you inhale the weed
Then you gotta breathe

One and then a two, two
I don't see no fuckin' hope
'Coz the cops wanna lock and harass us
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
One and then a two, two
I rhyme slick on ya

Three and then a four, four
Uptown gotta, The Bronx gotta
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Two and then a three, three
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
Breathe
Then you gotta breathe
I got em' grabbin' they chest
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe
One and then a two, two

One and then a two, two
You niggaz can't share my air
On they last breath talking to investigators
And then
Then you gotta breathe

Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta breathe
Like they chokin' on a chicken bone
To the A-B, it's in the maybe, rollin' with my baby

Then you gotta breathe, oh
I see 'em on the block when I passes
And I pace myself
So I know it's one of them everytime I flip my phone
Three and then a four, four
Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta
Then you gotta
And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe
You betta breathe
Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta breathe
Unless these motherfuckas breathe
When I come through, hum too, some shoes
Then you gotta breathe
Three and then a four, four
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue

One and then a two, two
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
I came back with some sicka stones
And make it hard to breathe
Embrace they health or either keep em' on a quiet
When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it
Three and then a four, four
You niggaz gotta, you bitches gotta
Breathe
Then you gotta

Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in 'KayBee'