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Fat Joe( Joseph Antonio Cartagena )
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Breathe And Stop
Lyricist:Carloton Barrett, Joseph Cartagena, Allen Cole, Jaceyon Taylor, Anthony Torres
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 shit in Memphis You writin' them checks, go holla at my boy Damon
All my niggas, throw your dubs up If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up Let a shot go, nigga, squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the bassline drop
And all my bitches, 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 pussy, then again you know that And we don't never see him in the hood and he owe rats
Joey don't give a fuck, told my nigga hold that Usually found in the kitchen, where the stove at? Got that weed, got that coke, get them dopes sacks My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Sandy Cossacks
All my niggas, throw your dubs up If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up Let a shot go, nigga, squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the bassline drop Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And all my bitches, 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 coke to Pablo, sell grammar to Pun Stop searchin' niggas, 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 fuckin' 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 fuck her and diss 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, muh'fucker
All my niggas, throw your dubs up If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up Let a shot go, nigga, squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the bassline drop
And all my bitches, 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, nigga? I see you, nigga New York, Killa capital, Cali, Killa-Cali, nigga
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