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Breathe and Stop Lyrics Artist(Band):Fat Joe
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) [Chorus] All my niggaz 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 bassline drop 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 bassline drop [1st Verse] Ay yo its 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 Costa Nostra 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 so 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 Tell my 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 Cossacks [Chorus] [2nd Verse] Lord of war You need a hammer I'll sell you guns Sell coke to Pablo Sell grammar to Pun Stop searching niggaz 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 loves me Her friends hate me Jealous cause they boyfriends ain't me We getting at 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 dis 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 [Chorus] If you find some error in Breathe and Stop Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to kane for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Breathe and Stop The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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