Fat Joe, The Game - Breathe and Stop lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe, The Game - Breathe and Stop lyrics]
Help, Help, Help, Help (yeah)
Help (It's the Profit, It's the profit)
Help (East coast, West coast)
Help (Cook, cook, cook - Crack) help
Help (Latino Market)
Help (You know we got that shit on smash)
Help (You writing them checks, go holla at my boy Damon)
All my niggas throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west
Side put your guns up let a shot go nigga
Squeeze and pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all bitches throw your hands up
You in the club with your girls
Call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop
Yeah ay yo it's murder on the streets
Killa capitol i'm blasting you
For the love of this doe
That's what I have to do i'm posted up
The corner King they named me Coca
Got caught didn't say a thing
You're not supposed ta la Costra Nostre
Gotti Gang my shotty rang
Call it a killers exhibition
Let the body hang a real work of art
Show your heart i'll blow your smarts
Yeah It's the ghetto god
Rep the Bronx till I'm gone
Was sent to prison
You know me homey the chromey's itchin'
Leave you holy if you rollin'
With some bad intentions fit the pussy
Then again you know that
And we don't ever see them in the hood
And they all rats joey don't give a fuck
Toma nigga hold that!
Usually found in the kitchen
Where the stove at
Got that weed, got that coke
Get them dope sacks my little man pitchin'
Yeah we call him Sandy Koufax
All my niggas throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west
Side put your guns up let a shot go nigga
Squeeze and pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all bitches throw your hands up
You in the club with your girls
Call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop
Lord of war you need a hammer
I'll sell you guns sell coke to Pablo
Sell grammar to Pun stop searching niggas
I am the one pepper spray gangsta's
Show you how the iron is slung
Now I could play like Kanye and
Let me chest hairs show
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses
But that just ain't Joe
Play shots and then I switch up the flow
Like what the blood clot, Boomba clot
You ain't fuckin wit Joe now Mamma love's me
Her friend hates me
Jealous cause they boyfriends ain't me
We getting the baby love yeah we pain free
Ain't nobody's pockets certain, here
We paid G's now listen up
You in love with a stripper
I fuck her and diss her i give her that mayo
You come and you kiss her
Nigga, Crack been a G ever since
Sit back and watch the money get bricks
Mo' fucker
All my niggas throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west
Side put your guns up let a shot go nigga
Squeeze and pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all bitches throw your hands up
You in the club with your girls
Call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop
Coca, Game that gangsta, gangsta
New York killer capital
Help (It's the Profit, It's the profit)
Help (East coast, West coast)
Help (Cook, cook, cook - Crack) help
Help (Latino Market)
Help (You know we got that shit on smash)
Help (You writing them checks, go holla at my boy Damon)
All my niggas throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west
Side put your guns up let a shot go nigga
Squeeze and pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all bitches throw your hands up
You in the club with your girls
Call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop
Yeah ay yo it's murder on the streets
Killa capitol i'm blasting you
For the love of this doe
That's what I have to do i'm posted up
The corner King they named me Coca
Got caught didn't say a thing
You're not supposed ta la Costra Nostre
Gotti Gang my shotty rang
Call it a killers exhibition
Let the body hang a real work of art
Show your heart i'll blow your smarts
Yeah It's the ghetto god
Rep the Bronx till I'm gone
Was sent to prison
You know me homey the chromey's itchin'
Leave you holy if you rollin'
With some bad intentions fit the pussy
Then again you know that
And we don't ever see them in the hood
And they all rats joey don't give a fuck
Toma nigga hold that!
Usually found in the kitchen
Where the stove at
Got that weed, got that coke
Get them dope sacks my little man pitchin'
Yeah we call him Sandy Koufax
All my niggas throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west
Side put your guns up let a shot go nigga
Squeeze and pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all bitches throw your hands up
You in the club with your girls
Call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop
Lord of war you need a hammer
I'll sell you guns sell coke to Pablo
Sell grammar to Pun stop searching niggas
I am the one pepper spray gangsta's
Show you how the iron is slung
Now I could play like Kanye and
Let me chest hairs show
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses
But that just ain't Joe
Play shots and then I switch up the flow
Like what the blood clot, Boomba clot
You ain't fuckin wit Joe now Mamma love's me
Her friend hates me
Jealous cause they boyfriends ain't me
We getting the baby love yeah we pain free
Ain't nobody's pockets certain, here
We paid G's now listen up
You in love with a stripper
I fuck her and diss her i give her that mayo
You come and you kiss her
Nigga, Crack been a G ever since
Sit back and watch the money get bricks
Mo' fucker
All my niggas throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west
Side put your guns up let a shot go nigga
Squeeze and pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all bitches throw your hands up
You in the club with your girls
Call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop
Coca, Game that gangsta, gangsta
New York killer capital