Fat Joe Breathe And Stop Lyrics

Breathe And Stop Lyrics

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



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