Chords for Breathe Remix - Fabolous ft. Jay-Z, Canibus, 50 Cent, Mase, Lloyd Banks, Papoose

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BREATHE WOOOOH WOOOOH BREATHE
1 and then a 2 2 2 and then a [Bb] 3 3 3 4 4 BREATHE
2 and then a 3 3 [D] 3 4 4 BREATHE You gotta
[Bb] _ show these niggas can breathe
when I come through home to some shoes
gotta [Dm] be 20 man it's not even funny
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em on [Bb] a diet, embrace they health Or either keep em on the quiet and space myself
And just take a deep [Dm] breath I got em grabbing they chest
Cause it's hurting em to see famine is best And [Bb] they in they grove
They'd rather see me laying a hearse than laying a vat
And I ain't just laying the verse I'm saying the [Dm] facts
I came back with some sicker stone They got these broke niggas looking at me
Like they choking on a [Bb] chicken bone Heavy chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone so I know it's one of em
Every time I throw [Dm] myzin on them I bleed
1 then a 2, 2, 2 and then a [Bb] 3 3, 3 & then a 4
4, then you gotta bleed
1 then a 2, 2, 2 and then a 3 3, 3 & then a 4
4, then [Dm] you gotta bleed
1 then a 2, 2, 2 & then a 3 3, 3 & then a 4
[Bb] Then you gotta BLEED
Some of them niggas [Dm] change their attitudes before they ask em what happened to this league
I wet y'all all with the holy water Spray from the heck Lord, [Bb] catch order
Matic or the static Shall cease to exist like a sabbatical
I throw a couple at you, take [Dm] six Spread love to all of my dead loves
I pour out a little Louis to a head above [Bb] And when I perish, the meek shall inherit
the earth Till that time is on and poppin'
[Dm] Church, like Don Bishop, the fifth upon cock fever
Lift up your soul, I'll give you the holy [Bb] goat cheese
I'll leave you in somebody's knee For stuntin' like Evo Knievel
I'll let you see where that [Dm] bright light leads you
The more you talk, the more you irkin' us The more [G] you gon' [Bb] need memorial services
The Black Album, second verses like Devil pie, take some [Dm] dessert for us
When the crew walk in it, pop a few cokes in it
As quick as a tick in the New [Bb] York minute Catch a breath before you catch a left
Even worse, catch a theft only when you catch an F
[Dm] To the A, B, missing the maybe Rolling with my baby, gripping [D] on a toy that
you won't [Bb] find at the A, B I rhyme slick on ya, they gon' have to put
the homnic on ya What you know about letting rhymes lick on ya?
[Dm] While you inhale the weed, and it won't stop Till they inhale your seed, and [Bb] it don't stop
Till I tell them to breathe, like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin' hope, unless these [Dm] motherfuckers breathe
Brooklyn got her, uptown got her, the Bronx got her, [Bb]
Queens got her, Satin now got her
You niggas got her, you bitches got her, [Dm] everybody breathe
One in the two, two, two in the three, three in the [Bb] four, four
Then you gotta breathe, you gotta breathe, nigga, you gotta
[Am] [Dm] Just let you on the bottom with a Jesus piece, you need luck
You couldn't see me with a Jacob piece [Bb] from Jesus
I lean you back like your spine's a strap, rhyme chiropractic, get [Dm] paid to adjust latch
Spit [A] somethin', let me see it from a [D] bust back, a front back
[E] Go, yo ass, [Bb] till you collapse, spin hats around like Spreewell hubcaps
I'm gonna clap faster than Sabian pub [Dm] attacks, wave the fork at you if it take more than that
I kick down your [A] door before you [Bb] get the double latch, travel can I bust, just relax
I came to collect [B] tax, it's as simple as that, I raise your refrigerator, but other than that
[D] Before I leave I [Dm] remind you to remember your wack, [Bb] yo my girl loves Usher, but she said he gettin' cocky
I told her shut up, cause that's the same way she [Dm] knocked me
In the name of hip hop I rock beats on block [E] streets, there ain't an MC [Bb] that can stop me
Need more beats, got store changed sheets, in Virginia, DMP and not Scottie
Yo, [Dm] I get around like Pac and Shot G, in a drop G, lickin' on shots [Bb] like Sot G
It don't have to be a special occasion, I be blazin', I'm Jamaican, you know that I don't worship no [Dm] pagan
This is real cannabis, me and those achin' niggas be hatin', but on the low they know the [Bb] flow's dangerous
The hip hop don't name it, never miss the payment, don't say shit to me, talk to the [Dm] niggas I came with
K-Slay shit nigga, drama king nigga, ride a big nigga
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In every barber shop and beauty salon, cause these southern niggas been rappin' on [D] the shit that [Bb] I'm on
50 there, 50 there, 50 there with a gang, 32 shots in a clip, hollow tips in [D] the mat
But when I reach, the talk has stopped, my money long [C] now, I can [Bb] make a poker shot
And we can throw hours walkin' by the stone top, I'm all the hoes I got, get discussed in a [Dm] drop
I'ma keep my music like we on a drive, so if you with me, we can do [Gb] the stuff
[Bb]
We smokin' glummi like they LaBouda, I turn you kids to a shooter
Crip niggas love me like they LaBouda, they [Dm] come and get me
Those niggas wanna see like you, [A] they ain't used [G] to a G like [Bb] you
_ Yeah, niggas talk all you niggas, you just a fuckin' head blown off
Breathe, run it, then a two, [Dm] two, two and a three, three and [Gm] then a four
Then you gotta breathe, run it, then a two, two, two and a three, three and [Dm] then a four
Then you gotta breathe, run it, then a two, two, two and a three, three and then a four
[Bb] Then you gotta breathe, then ya gotta, then ya [Am] gotta
[Dm] I _ see the girls [D] in the club, they getting wild for me
And all the pretty [A] chicks all wanna smile [Bb] at me
These rap cats, man, they all got this style from me
They all [G] got this style from me
Swaggy sent me to jump out the [Dm] MPV
[C] MP3, Prince of Hollow Tips [Bb] with no sympathy
Since 14, I sold morphine for more green
Kept open the nautical code [Dm] under the drawstring
And wiped out the cops, squad cars, and beamers
I'm Argentina, flea the [Bb] country to Argentina
Back in the beach here coasting with commuters
Smoking the pooters on the cruise [Ab] line, boats all [D] rover
[Eb] For a while, yo, pump [D] the valves low, I'm the [A] paldo
And then become a Harlem [Bb] king just like Al Crow get paid low
I can lay low in San Diego, yay, yo
And ship it out whenever I [Dm] say
Green, one and then a two, two and then a three
[D] Green, three and then a four, [Bb] four, then you gotta
Green, one and then a two, two and then a three
Green, three and then a four, [Dm] four, then you gotta
Green, one and then a two, two and then a three
Green, three and then a four, [Bb] four, then you gotta
Green, then you gotta, then you [Am] gotta
[Dm] _ Green, smooth like germite texture, [D] I'm at the rubber
Burning the [Bb] trees up like Usher
When I teach you how to rap, man, I'm in that rap hand
My air means the canaries the size of a hand
[Dm] And it gives a fuck if it's sour, boy
[D] It's my road, got the windows [B] from the [Bb] 24-hour store
I'm on the verge of flipping, Lord send me a sign
For an empty does not only the bull [Dm] put in the barn
Being empty like Michael and Pippin, why you even care?
Whoever you send, [Bb] or rip them, I have a new society
Ring me with my system, flumbering in a trunk
Like a [Dm] kidnapping victim, I'm poppin' sleep, pushing me harder
My associates got interior orders like Bush and his [Bb] father
I figure, I'd rather play with these lanes before I blast-build a ball court
Go by Bentley, Fickle and [Dm] Gratch, I'm headed towards my prime
With metaphors and lines that I compliment my mama
With pedicures [Bb] and wine, I'm lime for lime
And rap on style, pound for pound
I'm Tyson, H-U-A [Dm]-I-Z
The death of the record, I ain't sleeping for a second
So [Bb] even if I peck it, there's a tune on the pillow
Some of the people, the bullets from the window when you [Dm] smoke her
Some of the women, the movers with the endo
And the endos, they threw me to a bimbo
The deadbeats get bored, I'll fuck her in a horse-a [Bb]-quar
Passion on a pedal, smell from ear to ear
Little finger in the air, open like a [Dm] child
Keep riding behind these hits, fuck, niggas don't know no better
You're raw, you feel the rhinestones in your [Bb] hip-hop
Blowin' up with weed, say, niggas is what I want for my balls
Faster than Jamaicans in the [Dm] relay, blowin' that cuss
Drop a lazy in a [D] lane, yellin' money ain't a [Bb] thing
Like Jay-Z and Jermaine, I'm a machine
Like Brady with the aim, I'm the same
Mother the Mercedes, it'll [Dm] explain
And I may be on a meme by the end of the night
But it's a echo, I let go, I'm rich off a [Bb] Mike hoe
My stamina's low, X-rated as my teeth
So I keep it gripped back there, no telling where it might [Dm] go
Living room, dining room, bedroom, bathroom
Upstairs, nuts, man, all [Bb] the way, it says
I'm the one that got shit, that's outside shit
And I'ma sell these ten million before I die, [Dm] shit
This is my block, where the heavens be
Keep doing shows [G] out in Kingston [Bb] where they rockin' with your legacy
And being gangsta ain't enough, a little nigga that's lucky
Will put a human in the box or trap
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Respect _ _ [A] _ [Dm] _ _ [D] _
to everybody getting money
But let [A] somebody else see, y'all niggas [Bb] getting chubby
By the way, the name is Pat Pouce, I get it gully
I think niggas should die for wearing they fit, [Dm] it's funny
Run up on him with [A] the knitted scully
Put [D] dumb-dumbs all in his [G] tummy
And had [Bb] a nigga shitting dummies
Yo, rap short like midget mummies
You scared to look me in my eyes, that's why you wearing shades like shit is [D] sunny
Get it, club K, these niggas is washed up, Slay
I blow smoke on anything that [Bb] get in my blood's way
Before you challenge any rhyme, divine son say
Wear your vest, cause my wordplay is like [D] gum flake
They can't cock with me, I couldn't care if these chumps pray
To Jehovah, Buddha, Satan, or [Bb] Jesus on Sunday
Whole hammers to grudge way
Tuesdays and Thursdays and sweet days
You can still down the [D] Monday
It's [Dm] two sides to a gun, your [D] side of the gun laid
My side of the gun sprayed
[Bb] Mad cause they riding the train
And my airplane riding the runway
Either that or they see the Lex riding up one [D] way
Don't ride the train, but I take pride in my gunplay
I buy me a token and bang it out [Bb] on the subway
Sick and tired of watching these punks play
Got fat while we starve, time to give up pay
I know [Dm] where to catch you fat dudes, right up in that buffet
And leave you [D] with your face laying flat in [Bb] your lunch tray
I'm a sure shot, you bust rays
Young niggas running [Eb] around bugging with young [D] rage
I don't care if he at a young age
He old enough to act like a [Bb] G
He old enough to get hit with a pump gauge
Y'all just a tax write off stuck in one stage
[Am] Y'all [Dm] rappers is such [D] slaves
Rappers claiming they in a betting war
Quit it dog, you ain't spitting raw
Labels ain't fitting [Dm] at all
[Bb] If they gone sign you, they gone sign you
What the fuck they betting for?
If you ain't go to war doing your bend
You ain't part of no betting [D] war
Milk cream in my right hand, Ike in my left
Those my two dead [Bb] homies, you fighting with death
Now I'm on it, hot sucker you should've got me off it
Now I'm addicted, even pop the Glock pop me [D] for it
You looked in my eyes, you probably saw it
A gun powder fiend, automatic addict in [Bb] a shoddy Harlech
Although that eagle was kinda gorgeous
With high performance, like the Statue of Liberty
I draw a lot of [N] Taurus, slime man _
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