| 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 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 chokehold’s too tight
|
| The left looks too right
|
| You know what, you right
|
| These bitches can’t (breathe)
|
| Look look, they hearts racing, they start chasing
|
| But I’m so fast when I blow past that they can’t (breathe)
|
| In the presence of the man
|
| Your future look better than your past if you present with the man
|
| You better (breathe)
|
| You niggas can’t share my air
|
| Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
|
| And I’m getting better year by year, like they say wine do
|
| Cops couldn’t smell me if you brought the K-9's 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 grabbing they chest
|
| Cause it’s hurting them to see Fab in his best
|
| And they in they worst
|
| They’d rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the 'Bach
|
| And I ain’t just laying a verse, I’m saying the facts
|
| I came back with some sicker stones
|
| That got these broke niggas looking at me
|
| Like they choking on a chicken bone
|
| Every chick I bone can’t leave the dick alone
|
| So I know it’s one of them every time I flip my phone
|
| 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 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 chokehold’s too tight
|
| The left looks too right
|
| You know what, you right
|
| These bitches can’t (breathe)
|
| Look look, they hearts racing, they start chasing
|
| But I’m so fast when I blow past that they can’t (breathe)
|
| In the presence of the man
|
| Your future look better than your past if you present with the man
|
| You better (breathe)
|
| I see them on the block when I passes
|
| Looking like they need oxygen mask-es
|
| 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 having an asthma attack
|
| When they see the plasma in back
|
| You dudes are wheezing behind me
|
| My flow is like a coupe, breezing at ninety
|
| That’s the reason they signed me
|
| The slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
|
| Feels something like hard punches to the gut
|
| How I address the haters and underestimaters
|
| And ride up on em 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)
|
| 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 niggas can’t…
|
| 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 an F
|
| To the A-B, it’s in the May-B, rolling with my baby
|
| Gripping on a toy that you won’t find at KB
|
| I rhyme slick on ya
|
| They gon' have to put the Heimlich on ya
|
| What you know bout letting dimes lick on ya
|
| While you inhale the weed
|
| And it won’t stop till they inhale your seed
|
| And it don’t stop till I tell 'em to breathe
|
| Like a doctor with a stethoscope
|
| I don’t see no fucking 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! |