Fabolous - Breathe (Remix) lyrics

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(feat. 50 Cent, Ma$e)






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)

[Hook I]

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

[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 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



[50 Cent]

I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon

Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on

Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat

Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack

But when I come through, shh... the talking stop

My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot

Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock

All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop

I'm marking my music like diesel on the block

So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not

Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha

I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova

They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you

They ain't used to a G like you


Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit

Fucking head blown off nigga



I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me

And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me

These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they style from me

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