WOO!

WOO!

WOO!

BREATHE!



* One and then the two 

Two and then the three 

Three and then the four 

Then you gotta BREATHE 

One and then the two 

Two and then the three 

Three and then the four 

Then you gotta BREATHE 

Then you gotta (gasp)

Then you gotta (gasp)



** Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too 

Some shoes, gotta be 20 man 

It's not even funny they can't BREATHE 

The choke holds too tight 

The left looks too right 

You know what? You right 

These bitches can't BREATHE 



*** Look look, they hearts racin'

They start chasin'

But I'm so fast when I blow past

That they can't BREATHE 

In the presence of the man 

Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man 

You betta BREATHE 



You niggaz can't share my air 

Or walk a mile in the pair I wear 

And I'm gettin better year by year 

Like they say Wine do 

Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through 

And I pace myself 

I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth 

But I keep em' on a diet 

Embrace they health 

Or either keep em' on a quiet 

And space myself 

And just take a deep breath 

I got em' grabbin' they chest 

Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best 

And they in they worst 

They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back

And I ain't just layin a verse 

I'm sayin the facts 

I came back with some sicka stones 

That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone 

Every chick I bone 

Can't leave the dick alone 

So I know 

It's one of them everytime I flip my phone 



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I see em on the block when I passes 

Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es 

I make it hard to BREATHE 

But I keep the glocks in the stashes 

Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us 

And make it hard to BREATHE 

They has to react 

Like havin' a asthma attack 

When they see the plasma in back 

You dudes are wheezin' behind me 

My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90 

That's the reason they signed me 

It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts 

Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut 

How I address the haters and under estimaters 

And ride up on them like they escalators 

They shook up and hooked up to respirators 

On they last breath talking to investigators 

I'm a breath of fresh air 

And a fresh pair 

Face it boo and do it till your face get blue 

And then BREATHE 



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When the crew walk in it 

Pop a few corks in it 

As quick as a tick in a New York minute 

Catch a breath, fore u catch a left 

Even worse, catch a Tef 

Only way u catch a F 

To the A-B, its in the maybe 

Rollin with my baby 

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

I rhyme slick on ya 

I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya 

What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?

While you inhale the weed 

And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed

And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe 

Like a doctor with a stethoscope 

I don't see no fuckin hope 

Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE 



Yeah, Brooklyn gotta

Uptown gotta

the Bronx gotta

Queens gotta

Staten Isle gotta

You niggas gotta

You bitches gotta

Everybody BREATHE 



One and then the two 

Two and then the three 

Three and then the four 

Then you gotta.. BREATHE

Then you gotta.. 

Then you gotta.. 

BREATHE

Oh* BREATHE

BREATHE 

Oh* BREATHE

BREATHE

BREATHE

Oh* BREATHE

BREATHE