Breathe And Stop Lyrics - Me Myself & I - Fat Joe

Yeah, it's the Profit, it's the Profit 

East Coast, West Coast, come down selector, see it 

Latino Market, you know we got that *** in Memphis 

You writin' them checks, go holla at my boy Damon 

All my ***, throw your dubs up 

If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up 

Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop 

Let them feel it when the bassline drop 

And all my ***, throw you're hands up 

You in the club with you're girls, call your man up 

'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami 

Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop 

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Aiyyo, there's murder on the streets 

Killa capital, Im blastin' you 

For the love of this dough, thats what I have to do 

I'm posted up, corner king, they named me Coka 

Got caught, didn't say a thing, you're not supposed to 

La Costa Nostra, Gotti gang, my shotty ring 

Call it a killer's exhibition, let the body hang 

A real work of art, show your heart, I blow you smart 

Yeah, it's the ghetto god, rep the Bronx 'til I'm gone 

Was sent to prison, you know me, homie, the chromey's itchin' 

Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions 

Fit the ***, then again you know that 

And we don't never see him in the hood and he owe rats 

Joey don't give a ***, told my *** hold that 

Usually found in the kitchen, where the stove at? 

Got that ***, got that ***, get them *** sacks 

My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Sandy Cossacks 

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All my ***, throw your dubs up 

If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up 

Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop 

Let them feel it when the bassline drop 

And all my ***, throw you're hands up 

You in the club with you're girls, call your man up 

'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami 

Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop 

Lord of war, you need a hammer, Ill sell you guns 

Sell *** to Pablo, sell grammar to Pun 

Stop searchin' ***, I am the one 

Pepper spray gangsters, show you how the iron is slung 

Now I could play like Kanye and let my chest hairs show 

Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses but that just aint Joe 

Play shot and then I switch up the flow 

Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** with Joe 

Now mama loves me, her friends hate me 

Jealous 'cause they boyfriends aint me 

We gettin' that baby love, yeah, we pain free 

Ain't nobody pocket certain here, we paid G's 

Now listen up, you in love with a stripper 

I *** her and diss her 

I give her that mayo, you come and you kiss her 

*** Crack been a G ever since 

Sit back and watch the money get bricks, muh'f*** 

All my ***, throw your dubs up 

If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up 

Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop 

Let them feel it when the bassline drop 

And all my ***, throw you're hands up 

You in the club with you're girls, call your man up 

'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami 

Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop 

Coka, Game, the gangsta gangsta 

TA, what's up? I see you *** 

New York, Killa capital, Cali, Killa-Cali