FABOLOUS - Breathe (Remix)

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    FABOLOUS LYRICS
    
    "Breathe (Remix)"(feat. 50 Cent, Ma$e)
    WOO!
    WOO!
    WOO!
    BREATHE!
    
    [Bridge]
    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 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 a 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 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 
    
    [BRIDGE] 
    
    RE-RE-REMIX!
    [50 Cent]
    I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
    Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
    Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
    Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
    But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
    My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
    Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
    All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
    I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
    So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
    Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
    I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
    They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
    They ain't used to a G like you
    [Talking]
    Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
    Fucking head blown off nigga
    [BRIDGE]
    [Ma$e]
    I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me
    And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me
    These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they style from me
    
    
    [Thanks to booyagrama42@hotmail.com for these lyrics]

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