Fabolous - Breathe (remix) lyrics

(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 n***az 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 b**hes 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 n***az 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 b**hes 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 n***az 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 n***as that rap ain't on the sh** 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 n***as love me like they love Hoova They tell me see careful good, cause n***as wanna see like you They ain't used to a G like you [Talking] Yeah, n***as talking all that gangsta sh** f**ing head blown off n***a [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