Fat Joe - Breathe And Stop Lyrics

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Yeah it's the profit it's the profit

East coast west coast come down selector see it

Latino market you know we got that *** in memphis

You writin' them checks go holla at my boy damon

All my *** throw your dubs up

If you ain't from the westside put your guns up

Let a shot go *** squeeze and pop

Let them feel it when the bassline drop

And all my *** throw you're hands up

You in the club with you're girls call your man up

'cause you ain't comin' home mami

Breathe and stop exhale when the bassline drop

Aiyyo there's murder on the streets

Killa capital i?m blastin' you

For the love of this dough that?s what i have to do

I'm posted up corner king they named me coka

Got caught didn't say a thing you're not supposed to

La costa nostra gotti gang my shotty ring

Call it a killer's exhibition let the body hang

A real work of art show your heart i blow you smart

Yeah it's the ghetto god rep the bronx 'til i'm gone

Was sent to prison you know me homie the chromey's itchin'

Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions

Fit the *** then again you know that

And we don't never see him in the hood and he owe rats

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Joey don't give a *** told my *** hold that

Usually found in the kitchen where the stove at?

Got that *** got that *** get them *** sacks

My little man pitchin' yeah we call him sandy cossacks

All my *** throw your dubs up

If you ain't from the westside put your guns up

Let a shot go *** squeeze and pop

Let them feel it when the bassline drop

And all my *** throw you're hands up

You in the club with you're girls call your man up

'cause you ain't comin' home mami

Breathe and stop exhale when the bassline drop

Lord of war you need a hammer i?ll sell you guns

Sell *** to pablo sell grammar to pun

Stop searchin' *** i am the one

Pepper spray gangsters show you how the iron is slung

Now i could play like kanye and let my chest hairs show

Put on them kool moe dee glasses but that just ain?t joe

Play shot and then i switch up the flow

Like what the blood glock bumbaklaat you ain't *** with joe

Now mama loves me her friends hate me

Jealous 'cause they boyfriends ain?t me

We gettin' that baby love yeah we pain free

Ain't nobody pocket certain here we paid g's

Now listen up you in love with a stripper

I *** her and diss her

I give her that mayo you come and you kiss her

*** crack been a g ever since

Sit back and watch the money get bricks muh'f***

All my *** throw your dubs up

If you ain't from the westside put your guns up

Let a shot go *** squeeze and pop

Let them feel it when the bassline drop

And all my *** throw you're hands up

You in the club with you're girls call your man up

'cause you ain't comin' home mami

Breathe and stop exhale when the bassline drop

Coka game the gangsta gangsta

Ta what's up? i see you ***

New york killa capital cali killa-cali

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