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)      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 holds too tight    The left looks too right    You know what? You right    These bitches can't BREATHE       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 niggaz 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 Juan do    Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through    And I pace myself    I know these money hungry bitches 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 a hearse than lay in the bach   And I ain't just layin a verse    I'm sayin the facts    I came back with some sicka stones    That got these broke niggaz 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       I see em on the block when I passes    Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es    I make it hard to BREATHE    But I keep the glocks in the stashes    Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us    And make it hard to BREATHE    They has to react    Like havin' a asthma attack    When they see the plasma in back    You dudes are wheezin' behind me    My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90    That's the reason they signed me    It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts    Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut    How I address the haters and under estimaters    And ride up on them like they escalators    They shook up and hooked up to respirators    On they last breath talking to investigators    I'm a breath of fresh air    in a fresh pair    Face it boo and do it till your face get blue    And then BREATHE       When the crew walk in it    Pop a few corks in it    As quick as a tick in a New York minute    Catch a breath, fore u catch a left    Even worse, catch a Tef    Only way u catch a F    To the A-B, its in the mayb    Rollin with my baby    Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+    I rhyme slick on ya    I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya    What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?   While you inhale the weed    And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed   And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe    Like a doctor with a stethoscope    I don't see no fuckin hope    Unless these motherfuckas BREATHE       Yeah, Brooklyn gotta   Uptown gotta   the Bronx gotta   Queens gotta   Staten Isle gotta   You niggas gotta   You bitches gotta   Everybody BREATHE       One and then the two    Two and then the three    Three and then the four    Then you gotta.. BREATHE   Then you gotta..    Then you gotta..    BREATHE