Lyrics Fat Joe – Breathe And Stop

Help, Help, Help, Help (Yeah)
Help (It’s the Profit, It’s the profit)
Help (East coast, West coast)
Help (Cook, cook, cook — Crack)

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All my niggaz throw your Dubs up
If you ain’t from the west side put your guns up
Let a shot go Nigga
Squeeze and Pop
Let ’em feel it when the baseline drops

And all bitches throw your hands up
You in the club with your girls
Call your man up
Cause you ain’t comin’ home Mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop

1st Verse
Ay yo its murder on the streets
Killa capitol
I’m blasting you
For the love 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

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2nd Verse
Lord of war
You need a hammer
I’ll sell you guns
Sell coke to Pablo
Sell grammar to pun
Stop searching niggaz
I am the one
Pepper spray gangsta’s
Show you how the iron is slung
Now I could play like Kanye and let me chest hairs show
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses
But that just ain’t Joe
Play shots and then I switch up the flow
Like what the blood clot, Boomba clot
You ain’t fuckin wit Joe

Now Mamma love me
Her friend hates me
Jealous cause they boyfriends ain’t me
We getting at baby love
Yeah we pain free
Ain’t nobody’s pockets certain, here
We paid G’s
Now listen up
You in love 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

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