Breathe

Fabolous

credits


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Richard Davies, Roger Hodgson
album: Track 13 in album Real Talk
release date: 2004-11-9
popularity : 132 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Pop Rap
length: 4:29
producer: Just Blaze

Album Information

label: Atlantic
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 075678375422
script: Latin

Cover Art

Fabolous Real Talk cover art

Lyrics

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Breathe!
One and then the two
Three and then the four
One and then the two
Three and then the four
Then you gotta (gasp)

Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
The choke holds too tight
You know what? You right
Look look, they hearts racin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
In the presence of the man
You better breathe!
You *****s can't share my air
And I'm getting better year by year
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
I know these money hungry *****es want to taste my wealth
Embrace they health
And space myself
I got em' grabbin' they chest
And they in they worst
And I ain't just laying a verse
I came back with some sicker stones
Every chick I bone
So I know

One and then the two
Three and then the four
One and then the two
Three and then the four
One and then the two
Three and then the four
Then you gotta (gasp)

Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
The choke holds too tight
You know what? You right
Look look, they hearts racin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
In the presence of the man
You better breathe!
I see em on the block when I passes
I make it hard to breathe!
'cause the cops want to lock and harass us
They has to react
When they see the plasma in back
My flow is like a coupe, breezing at ninety
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
How I address the haters and under estimaters
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
I'm a breath of fresh air
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
Breathe
Two and then the three
Then you gotta breathe!
Two and then the three
Then you gotta breathe!
Two and then the three
Then you gotta breathe!
Then you gotta (gasp)
Yo these *****s can't (breathe)
Pop a few corks in it
Catch a breath, fore you catch a left
Only way you catch a F
Rollin with my baby
I rhyme slick on ya
What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
Unless these ************s breathe!
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
The Bronx gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You *****es gotta

Two and then the three
Then you gotta, breathe!
Then you gotta,

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Exodus
  • 2 Don't Stop Won't Stop
  • 3 Real Talk (123)
  • 4 Gangsta
  • 5 Tit 4 Tat
  • 6 Baby
  • 7 Girls
  • 8 Church
  • 9 Can You Hear Me
  • 10 Do the Damn Thing
  • 11 Holla at Somebody Real
  • 12 It's Alright
  • 13 Breathe
  • 14 Young & Sexy
  • 15 Round & Round
  • 16 In My Hood
  • 17 Ghetto
  • 18 Po Po