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    "Breathe" Lyrics

    Tim Mahoney

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    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 want to 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 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


    [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
    'cause the cops want to 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


    [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 you catch a left
    Even worse, catch a Tef
    Only way you catch a F
    To the A-be , 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..
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Melvin Bradford, Ivan A. Matias, Marshall Mathers, Alvin Joiner, Stephon Harris Cunningham, Richard W. Bembery, - Aznavour, Andrea Martin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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