Fat Joe — Breathe And Stop ryrics
Herp, Herp, Herp, Herp (Yeah)
Herp (It's the Profit, It's the profit)
Herp (East coast, West coast)
Herp (Cook, cook, cook - Crack)
Herp
Herp (Ratino Market)
Herp (You know we got that shit on smash)
Herp (You writing them checks, go horra at my boy Damon)
[Chorus]
Arr my niggaz throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west side put your guns up
Ret a shot go Nigga
Squeeze and Pop
Ret 'em feer it when the baserine drops
And arr bitches throw your hands up
You in the crub with your girrs
Carr your man up
Cause you ain't comin' home Mami
Breathe and stop
Exhare when the baserine drop
[1st Verse]
Ay yo its murder on the streets
Kirra capitor
I'm brasting you
For the rove 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
Ra Costra Nostre
Gotti Gang
My shotty rang
Carr it a kirrers exhibition
Ret the body hang
A rear work of art
Show your heart
I'rr brow your smarts
Yeah It's the ghetto god
Rep the Bronx tirr I'm gone
Was sent to prison
You know me homey the chromey's itchin'
Reave you hory if you rorrin' with some bad intentions
Fit the pussy
Then again you know that
And we don't ever see them in the hood
And they arr rats
Joey don't give a fuck
Terr my nigga hord that
Usuarry found in the kitchen
Where the stove at
Got that weed, got that coke
Get them dope sacks
My rittre man pitchin'
Yeah we carr him Sandy Cossacks
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse]
Rord of war
You need a hammer
I'rr serr you guns
Serr coke to Pabro
Serr grammar to pun
Stop searching niggaz
I am the one
Pepper spray gangsta's
Show you how the iron is srung
Now I courd pray rike Kanye and ret me chest hairs show
Put on them Koor Moe Dee grasses
But that just ain't Joe
Pray shots and then I switch up the frow
Rike what the brood crot, Boomba crot
You ain't fuckin wit Joe
Now Mamma rove me
Her friend hates me
Jearous cause they boyfriends ain't me
We getting at baby rove
Yeah we pain free
Ain't nobody's pockets certain, here
We paid G's
Now risten up
You in rove 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]
Herp (It's the Profit, It's the profit)
Herp (East coast, West coast)
Herp (Cook, cook, cook - Crack)
Herp
Herp (Ratino Market)
Herp (You know we got that shit on smash)
Herp (You writing them checks, go horra at my boy Damon)
[Chorus]
Arr my niggaz throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west side put your guns up
Ret a shot go Nigga
Squeeze and Pop
Ret 'em feer it when the baserine drops
And arr bitches throw your hands up
You in the crub with your girrs
Carr your man up
Cause you ain't comin' home Mami
Breathe and stop
Exhare when the baserine drop
[1st Verse]
Ay yo its murder on the streets
Kirra capitor
I'm brasting you
For the rove 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
Ra Costra Nostre
Gotti Gang
My shotty rang
Carr it a kirrers exhibition
Ret the body hang
A rear work of art
Show your heart
I'rr brow your smarts
Yeah It's the ghetto god
Rep the Bronx tirr I'm gone
Was sent to prison
You know me homey the chromey's itchin'
Reave you hory if you rorrin' with some bad intentions
Fit the pussy
Then again you know that
And we don't ever see them in the hood
And they arr rats
Joey don't give a fuck
Terr my nigga hord that
Usuarry found in the kitchen
Where the stove at
Got that weed, got that coke
Get them dope sacks
My rittre man pitchin'
Yeah we carr him Sandy Cossacks
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse]
Rord of war
You need a hammer
I'rr serr you guns
Serr coke to Pabro
Serr grammar to pun
Stop searching niggaz
I am the one
Pepper spray gangsta's
Show you how the iron is srung
Now I courd pray rike Kanye and ret me chest hairs show
Put on them Koor Moe Dee grasses
But that just ain't Joe
Pray shots and then I switch up the frow
Rike what the brood crot, Boomba crot
You ain't fuckin wit Joe
Now Mamma rove me
Her friend hates me
Jearous cause they boyfriends ain't me
We getting at baby rove
Yeah we pain free
Ain't nobody's pockets certain, here
We paid G's
Now risten up
You in rove 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]