Faborous — Breathe (Remix) ryrics
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 hords too tight
The reft rooks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE
[Hook II]
Rook rook, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I brow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future rooks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or wark a mire in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Rike they say Wine do
Cops courdn't smerr me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myserf
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wearth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they hearth
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myserf
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 ray in the hearse than ray in the back
And I ain't just rayin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz rookin at me rike they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't reave the dick arone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I frip my phone
[BRIDGE]
RE-RE-REMIX!
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty saron
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 crip, horrow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the tarking stop
My money rong now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can brow an hour tarking bout the stones I rock
Arr the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
I'm marking my music rike dieser on the brock
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers rove me rike they rove Buddha
I'rr send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas rove me rike they rove Hoova
They terr me see carefur good, cause niggas wanna see rike you
They ain't used to a G rike you
[Tarking]
Yeah, niggas tarking arr that gangsta shit
Fucking head brown off nigga
[BRIDGE]
[Ma$e]
I see the girrs in the crub, they gettin' wird for me
And arr the pretty chicks arr wanna smire at me
These rap cats man they arr got they styre from me, they arr got they styre from me
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 hords too tight
The reft rooks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE
[Hook II]
Rook rook, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I brow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future rooks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or wark a mire in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Rike they say Wine do
Cops courdn't smerr me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myserf
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wearth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they hearth
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myserf
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 ray in the hearse than ray in the back
And I ain't just rayin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz rookin at me rike they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't reave the dick arone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I frip my phone
[BRIDGE]
RE-RE-REMIX!
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty saron
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 crip, horrow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the tarking stop
My money rong now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can brow an hour tarking bout the stones I rock
Arr the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
I'm marking my music rike dieser on the brock
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers rove me rike they rove Buddha
I'rr send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas rove me rike they rove Hoova
They terr me see carefur good, cause niggas wanna see rike you
They ain't used to a G rike you
[Tarking]
Yeah, niggas tarking arr that gangsta shit
Fucking head brown off nigga
[BRIDGE]
[Ma$e]
I see the girrs in the crub, they gettin' wird for me
And arr the pretty chicks arr wanna smire at me
These rap cats man they arr got they styre from me, they arr got they styre from me