Lyrics:

WOO!

WOO!

WOO!

BREATHE!



[Bridge]

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 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

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



[BRIDGE]



[HOOK I]



[HOOK II]



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 90

That's the reason they signed me

It's quick 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

And a fresh pair

Face it boo and do it till your face get blue

And then BREATHE



[BRIDGE]



[HOOK I]



[HOOK II]



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 u catch a left

Even worse, catch a Tef

Only way u catch a F

To the A-B, its in the maybe

Rollin with my baby

Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+

I rhyme slick on ya

I'm a 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 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 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

Oh* BREATHE

BREATHE

Oh* BREATHE

BREATHE

BREATHE

Oh* BREATHE

BREATHE