Fabolous - Breathe lyrics
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Breathe!
[Bridge]
One and then a
Two (two) and then a
Three (three) and then a
Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)
One and then a
Two (two) and then a
Three (three) and then a
Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)
Then you gotta [gasp]
Then you gotta [gasp]
[Hook I]
Sure these niggas can't breathe when I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty 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)
(Hook II)
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 the 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 a hearse than lay in the bach
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
[Bridge]
One and then a
Two (two) and then a
Three (three) and then a
Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)
One and then a
Two (two) and then a
Three (three) and then a
Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)
Then you gotta [gasp]
Then you gotta [gasp]
[Hook I]
Sure these niggas can't breathe when I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty 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)
(Hook II)
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)
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 ninety
That's the reason they signed me
It's slick 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 in a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then (breathe)
[Bridge]
One and then a
Two (two) and then a
Three (three) and then a
Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)
One and then a
Two (two) and then a
Three (three) and then a
Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)
Then you gotta [gasp]
Then you gotta [gasp]
[Hook I]
Sure these niggas can't breathe when I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty 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)
(Hook II)
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)
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, for u catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F
To the A-B, it's in the mayb
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in KayBee
I rhyme slick on ya
They don't 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 till I tell em to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckas (breathe)
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
The Bronx gotta
Queens gotta (breathe)
Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody (breathe)
One and then a
Two (two) and then a
Three (three) and then a
Four (four) then you gotta
Then you gotta...
Then you gotta...
Breathe
