Breathe Fabolous
"Breathe" by Fabolous, released in 2004, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, ambition, and the hustle of urban life. The lyrics convey a sense of determination and confidence, urging listeners to persevere. Its catchy hook and sharp production elements, including a prominent beat, contributed to its cultural impact, solidifying Fabolous's status in the rap scene.
[Intro]
Breathe, oh
Woo, woo, woo!
Breathe
[Chorus]
One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three)
Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three)
Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
Then you gotta (*gasp*) then you gotta (*gasp*)
[Verse 1]
Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny
They can't (Breathe) the chokehold's too tight
The left looks too right, you know what? You right
These bitches can't (Breathe) look, look, they hearts racing
They start chasing, but I'm so fast, when I blow past
That they can't (Breathe) in the presence of the man
Your future look better than your past if you present with the man
You better (Breathe)
You niggas can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm getting better year by year, like they say wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the K9's 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 the quiet
And space myself and just take a deep breath
I got 'em grabbing they chest
Cause it's hurting them to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They'd rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the 'Bach
And I ain't just laying a verse, I'm saying the facts
I came back with some sicker stones
That got these broke niggas looking at me
Like they choking on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone can't leave the dick alone
So I know it's one of them every time I flip my phone
Breathe!
Breathe, oh
Woo, woo, woo!
Breathe
[Chorus]
One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three)
Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three)
Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
Then you gotta (*gasp*) then you gotta (*gasp*)
[Verse 1]
Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny
They can't (Breathe) the chokehold's too tight
The left looks too right, you know what? You right
These bitches can't (Breathe) look, look, they hearts racing
They start chasing, but I'm so fast, when I blow past
That they can't (Breathe) in the presence of the man
Your future look better than your past if you present with the man
You better (Breathe)
You niggas can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm getting better year by year, like they say wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the K9's 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 the quiet
And space myself and just take a deep breath
I got 'em grabbing they chest
Cause it's hurting them to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They'd rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the 'Bach
And I ain't just laying a verse, I'm saying the facts
I came back with some sicker stones
That got these broke niggas looking at me
Like they choking on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone can't leave the dick alone
So I know it's one of them every time I flip my phone
Breathe!
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