- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Smith
 - Julian
 
- Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - fabolous
 - just blaze
 - rap
 
- See also:
 
Fabolous - Breathe lyrics
Woo, woo, woo
 Breathe
 One and then a
 Two and then a
 (Two)
 Three and then a
 (Three)
 Four then you gotta
 (Four, breathe)
 One and then a
 Two and then a
 (Two)
 Three and then a
 (Three)
 Four then you gotta
 (Four, breathe)
 Then you gotta
 Then you gotta
 Sure 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 choke holds too tight
 The left looks too right
 You know what? You right
 These bitches can't
 (Breathe)
 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 wine 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 the 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 a hearse than lay in the bach
 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
 One and then a
 Two and then a
 (Two)
 Three and then a
 (Three)
 Four then you gotta
 (Four, breathe)
 One and then a
 Two and then a
 (Two)
 Three and then a
 (Three)
 Four then you gotta
 (Four, breathe)
 Then you gotta
 Then you gotta
 Sure 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 choke holds too tight
 The left looks too right
 You know what? You right
 These bitches can't
 (Breathe)
 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)Fabolous - Breathe - http://motolyrics.com/fabolous/breathe-lyrics.html
 I see 'em on the block when I passes
 Lookin' like they need oxygen masks
 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 ninety
 That's the reason they signed me
 It's slick 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 in a fresh pair
 Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
 And then
 (Breathe)
 One and then a
 Two and then a
 (Two)
 Three and then a
 (Three)
 Four then you gotta
 (Four, breathe)
 One and then a
 Two and then a
 (Two)
 Three and then a
 (Three)
 Four then you gotta
 (Four, breathe)
 Then you gotta
 Then you gotta
 Sure 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 choke holds too tight
 The left looks too right
 You know what? You right
 These bitches can't
 (Breathe)
 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)
 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, for you catch a left
 Even worse, catch a Tef
 Only way u catch a F
 To the A-B, it's in the may be
 Rollin' with my baby
 Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in KayBee
 I rhyme slick on ya
 They don't 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 till I tell 'em to breathe
 Like a doctor with a stethoscope
 I don't see no fuckin' hope
 Unless these motherfuckas
 (Breathe)
 Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
 Uptown gotta
 The Bronx gotta
 Queens gotta
 (Breathe)
 Staten Isle gotta
 You niggas gotta
 You bitches gotta
 Everybody
 (Breathe)
 One and then a
 Two and then a
 (Two)
 Three and then a
 (Three)
 Four then you gotta
 (Four)
 Then you gotta
 Then you gotta breathe














