Breathe!
One and the two Two and the three Three and the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and then the and then the four Then you breathe! you gotta (gasp) Then you (gasp)
Yo these niggas can't breathe I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be man not even funny they can't breathe! The choke too tight The left too right You what? You right These bitches breathe! Look look, hearts racin' They start But I'm so fast when I past That they breathe! In the of the man Your future looks better than ya if you present with the man You breathe!
You niggas share my air Or a mile in the pair I wear And I'm better year by year Like say Juan do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines And I pace I know these money hungry bitches to taste my wealth But I keep em' on a they health Or either em' on a quiet And myself And just a deep breath I got em' grabbin' they 'Cause hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best And in they worst They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the And I ain't laying a verse I'm the facts I came back some sicker stones That got broke niggas looking at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone Every I bone leave the dick alone So I It's one of them every time I my phone
One and the two Two and the three Three and the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and then the and then the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and the three and then the four Then you breathe! Then you (gasp) Then you (gasp)
Yo niggas can't breathe when I come through, hum too shoes, gotta be twenty man It's not even funny they breathe! The choke holds too The looks too right You know what? You These can't breathe! Look look, hearts racin' start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow That they breathe! In the of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present the man You breathe!
I see em on the block I passes Looking like need oxygen mask-es I it hard to breathe! But I the glocks in the stashes 'cause the cops want to lock and us And it hard to breathe! has to react Like a asthma attack When they see the in back You dudes are wheezin' me My flow is like a coupe, at ninety That's the they signed me quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts Feels somethin' like punches to the gut How I address the haters and estimaters And ride up on like they escalators They shook up and hooked up to On they last breath talking to I'm a of fresh air And a fresh Face it boo and do it your face get blue
One and the two Two and the three Three and then the you gotta breathe! One and the two Two and the three and then the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and the three Three and the four you gotta breathe! Then you (gasp) Then you (gasp)
Yo these can't (breathe) When the crew in it Pop a few in it As quick as a tick in a New York a breath, fore you catch a left Even worse, a Tef Only way you a F To the A-be, its in the with my baby Gripping on a toy that you find in "KB" I rhyme on ya I'm a have to put the on ya What you know bout dimes lick on ya? While you the weed And it won't stop till they ya seed And it don't stop I tell em' to Like a doctor with a I don't see no hope these motherfuckers breathe!
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta The gotta Queens Staten gotta You gotta You bitches breathe!
One and the two Two and then the and then the four you gotta, breathe! you gotta, you gotta, Breathe!