Breathe Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

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 

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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) 

Photos 

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) 

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 sup 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