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Fat Joe feat. The Game

Breathe and Stop

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Текст песни Fat Joe feat. The Game - Breathe and Stop

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Текст песни Fat Joe feat. The Game - 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)HelpHelp (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 upIf you ain't from the west side put your guns upLet a shot go NiggaSqueeze and PopLet 'em feel it when the baseline dropsAnd all bitches throw your hands upYou in the club with your girlsCall your man upCause you ain't comin' home MamiBreathe and stopExhale when the baseline drop[1st Verse]Ay yo its murder on the streetsKilla capitolI'm blasting youFor the love of this doeThat's what I have to doI'm posted upThe corner KingThey named me CocaGot caught didn't say a thingYou're not supposed taLa Costra NostreGotti GangMy shotty rangCall it a killers exhibitionLet the body hangA real work of artShow your heartI'll blow your smartsYeah It's the ghetto godRep the Bronx till I'm goneWas sent to prisonYou know me homey the chromey's itchin'Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentionsFit the pussyThen again you know thatAnd we don't ever see them in the hoodAnd they all ratsJoey don't give a fuckTell my nigga hold thatUsually found in the kitchenWhere the stove atGot that weed, got that cokeGet them dope sacksMy little man pitchin'Yeah we call him Sandy Cossacks[Chorus][2nd Verse]Lord of warYou need a hammerI'll sell you gunsSell coke to PabloSell grammar to punStop searching niggazI am the onePepper spray gangsta'sShow you how the iron is slungNow I could play like Kanye and let me chest hairs showPut on them Kool Moe Dee glassesBut that just ain't JoePlay shots and then I switch up the flowLike what the blood clot, Boomba clotYou ain't fuckin wit JoeNow Mamma love meHer friend hates meJealous cause they boyfriends ain't meWe getting at baby loveYeah we pain freeAin't nobody's pockets certain, hereWe paid G'sNow listen upYou in love with a stripperI fuck her and dis herI give her that mayoYou come and you kiss herNigga, Crack been a G ever sinceSit back and watch the money get bricksMo' fucker[Chorus]

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