Breathe (Remix)

Lyrics

[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 [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 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 2: 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 So when the SL creep I get you clipped Then one hit of that Nextel bleep, nigga Roll out predator style, I dot a ma'fucker up He got eczema now, look, nigga I'm the blame baby once again, baby Pitch that black or that white, and call it Wayne Brady He's insane, baby, with that X and that dust red Fuck you niggas expect from a ex-dust head? Beef is back, the chief is back Grief is back but this'll be brief in fact You can't rap and hustle, no, not a lil bit You tryna see cash money but get a lil flip I'm tryna see cash money, shout out to Lil' Flip I'm tryna see that dummy block it, a lil fifth And I don't see how dude want it with older dog Feeling like a pimp nigga gun-butt your shoulder off All day, Holmes, it's cool And we ain't never let your type take the short way home from school Your gangsters cosmetic, it's pathetic, synthetic And nobody's sympathetic, you ain't mean it, shouldn't'a said it, ma'fucker [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 the three Three and to the four, then you gotta squeeze One and to the two, two and to, uh