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​Breathe

This song is by Fabolous and appears on the album Real Talk (2004) and on the compilation Resident Evil: Turntable Apocalypse (2004).

BREATHE (Oh!)
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...
Then you gotta...

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, their 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
U betta BREATHE

U niggas can't share my air
Or walk around in the pair I wear
And I'm getting better year by year
Like they say Juan 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
'Cause its 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'm not just layin a verse
I'm sayin' the facts
I came back with some sicker stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me like they choking on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
Its one of them every time I get my phone

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
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...

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, their 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
Bitch, BREATHE


I see 'em on the block when I passes
Lookin' like they need oxygen mask-s
I make it hard to BREATHE
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
'Cause 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 r wheezin behind me
My flow is like a coup, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
Its quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels something 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 breathe of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo, and do it till ur face get blue
And then 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
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...

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

In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
Bitch, 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, fore you catch a left
Even worse, catch a tef
Only way you catch a f
To the AB, its in the maybe
Rollin' with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in KB
I rhyme slick on ya
Ima hav to put the Heimlich on ya
Wut you know know bout letting dimes lick on ya? Till they inhale ya seed
And they don't stop till 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 isl. gotta, u niggas gotta, u bitches gotta, everybody BREATHE

One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta...
Then you gotta... BREATHE
BREATHE (repeats)

Written by:

Richard Davies; Roger Hodgson; John David Jackson; Justin Smith