Fat Joe - Fat Joe - Breathe and Stop (feat. The Game)

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Fat Joe - Fat Joe - Breathe and Stop (feat. The Game)

Help, Help, Help, Help (Yeah)
Help (Its the Profit, Its the profit)
Help (East coast, West coast)
Help (Cook, cook, cook - Crack)
Help
Help (Latino Market)
Help (You know we got that shit on smash)
Help (You writing them checks, go holla at my boy Damon)

[Chorus]
All my niggaz throw your Dubs up
If you aint 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 aint comin home Mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop

[1st Verse]
Ay yo its murder on the streets
Killa capitol
Im blasting you
For the love of this doe
Thats what I have to do
Im posted up
The corner King
They named me Coca
Got caught didnt say a thing
Youre not supposed ta
La Costra Nostre
Gotti Gang
My shotty rang
Call it a killers exhibition
Let the body hang
A real work of art
Show your heart
Ill blow your smarts
Yeah Its the ghetto god
Rep the Bronx till Im gone
Was sent to prison
You know me homey the chromeys itchin
Leave you holy if you rollin with some bad intentions
Fit the pussy
Then again you know that
And we dont ever see them in the hood
And they all rats
Joey dont give a fuck
Tell my nigga hold that
Usually found in the kitchen
Where the stove at
Got that weed, got that coke
Get them dope sacks
My little man pitchin
Yeah we call him Sandy Cossacks

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse]
Lord of war
You need a hammer
Ill sell you guns
Sell coke to Pablo
Sell grammar to pun
Stop searching niggaz
I am the one
Pepper spray gangstas
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 aint Joe
Play shots and then I switch up the flow
Like what the blood clot, Boomba clot
You aint fuckin wit Joe

Now Mamma love me
Her friend hates me
Jealous cause they boyfriends aint me
We getting at baby love
Yeah we pain free
Aint nobodys pockets certain, here
We paid Gs
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

[Chorus]

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: Fat Joe - Fat Joe - Breathe and Stop (feat. The Game)
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