Fat Joe

Fat Joe - Breathe And Stop lyrics

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(feat. The Game)

[The Game:]

Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up

If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up

Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop

Let them feel it when the baseline drop

CRACK

And Al my bitches throw you're hands up

you in the club with you're girls call you're man up

cause you ain't coming home mammy

Breathe and stop

Expel when the baseline drop

[Fat joe:]

Ey yo this murder on the streets killer capital I’m blasting you

for the love of this do that’s what I have to do

i'm postured up the corner king they name me coka.

Got caught didn't say a thing you not supposed tha

Goti king my shotty ring

Cal it a killer exhibition let the body hang

A Real work of art show you're heart I blow you smart

yeah its the ghetto god

Rap the Bronx feel em god

I sit to prison, you know me

homie they call me zither

leave you holy if you rolling with some bad intensions

50 PUSSY then again you know that

we aint never see him in the hood and he own rats

Joey don't give a fuck throw my nigga hole at

I ussely sign in to kitchen where the stoop at?

got that weed got that coke get them dopes cents

My little man bitchin

yeah we call him sandy covins

[The game:]

Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up

If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up

Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop

Let them feel it when the baseline drop

CRACK

And Al my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're men up

cause you ain't coming home mammy Breathe and stop

Expel when the baseline drop

[Fat joe:]

Lord of war you need a hammer

I’ll sell you guns

Sell coke to pablo

sell grammar to pun

stop searching niggas I’m the one

pepper spray gangsters show you how to eye in the slum

now I can play like kanye and let my chits here show

Put on them gumo d glasses but that just ain’t Jo

Play shottas then I switch up the flow

like what the blood glock bomba glock you aint fuckin with Jo

Now Mamma Loves me

Her friends hate me

jealous cause there boyfriends ain’t me

we getting that baby love

Yeah we pain free

Ain't Nobody pocket zircon here

we paid g's

Now listen up

you in love with a stripper

I fuck her and diss her

I give her that mayo

You come and you kiss her

Nigga crack bin a g ever since

Sit back and watch the money get rich

MUTHERFUCKER

[The game:]

Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up

If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up

Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop

Let them feel it when the baseline drop

And Al my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're men up

cause you ain't coming home mammy

Breathe and stop

Expel when the baseline drop

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