Breathe (Remix) Joe Budden

[Intro: Stack Bundles]
Niggas know the drill in New York and the Queens, it's like

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
One and to the two, two and to the three
Three and to the four, then you gotta squeeze
One and to the two, two and to the three
Three and to the four, then you gotta squeeze
One and to the two, two and to, uh
(It's that On Top Music!)

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
All righty, now we got
Jerz on the come back, run fag, gun bag
Gun clap, [?] when you hear that pump brrrat
A'ight, everybody on the run brrrat
Dudes by the corner store waiting on that come back
Screaming F me, why?
That's a dumb move like goin' to Brooklyn screaming F.B.I
Or going to Brooklyn playing F.B.I
Tryna shake the scene or tryna be Jayreen, nigga
And I ain't got beef with one gang
Just one clown dude who just got rid of his tongue ring
Put us in a room alone, give us room alone
He knows better, he'd never step in a room alone
When it's all done I'd be leaving the room alone
Sad part is they wouldn't even know you was gone
I'm not a killer, I leave that for my mans
Not a gorilla, leave that one for Ran, but I will steal ya
He's a'ight with the hands, yep, shorty, that's right
Any nigga tryna shoot me must'a saw my last fight, yup
Niggas comin' to my hood tryna play me, though
Next time find me, not the radio
Not Kayslay, not Sway nay
Say it to the kid face, not the mixtapes,
I know the truth could hurt you
But, dog, you ain't a million dollar, man, nigga, you just Virgil, nigga