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Q-Tip - Breathe And Stop

Uh uh uh uh uh get up
Uh uh for real uh uh
Come on
Ummah, Ummah, Ummah, Ummah

[Q-Tip]
A hard time if your motion is still
Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill
Abstract..you know my stiggidy in here [yeah]
Niggaz get on and swear it′s they fuckinyear
But yo your girl just moved
To the joint in the club, in the car if it groove [uhh]
Broad look, the movement is on
Mild mannered mami′s in Victoria thongs, uh
I give my rhyme a bless
Guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust [yeah yeah]
You Vivrant and you fresh and all
Original to say the least and you′ve impressed Kamal [come on]
Rappers start then they stall
Findin it very hard to make it over the wall
Hey, get your weight up, my motto you heard?
And I grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh
So girls move it around
If you see your main dog give a brother a pound
And just uh..

Chorus: Q-Tip

Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got, and just uhh
Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got
Give it what you got, give it what you got
If you on the block then give it what you got

[Q-Tip]
A thug, a thrill, you as mean as the eyes [say word]
I wanna feel you, them big ass thighs
Your Prada dress or your Gucci bag
With the Polo jeans over doobi-bag, uh
Yo hold the door a-ight?
We comin through, Tribe beef, hold it down for the night
Big Moon got the fifth
D-Lyfe he got the deally and girl you got the gif [yeah for real love]
Turn it over the page
Usherin all of y′all to a brand new age, where [yeah]
Status really don′t matter
Everbody get right to the pitter the patter [come on]
Makin moves, settin precedence
Enterin your residence, the whole scene is decadence
And the feelin is true
I′m seein me and my crew, you seein black and blue, uh [yeah]
So let′s go for the ride
Strap yourself in tight and if you bonafied then just uh

Chorus

[Q-Tip]
Dunn what what bring it, bring it
A-bring it give it bring it give it
Bring it give it bring it give it
Bring it give it bring it give it
Bring it give it bring it give it
Bring it give it bring it give it
A-where we bring it to?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, here here
Right here, take it home home, take it home, right here

[Q-Tip]
Millenium, on your mind, are you runnin out of time?
Hope you skippin every line because I′m gettin mine
Move it around a bit again
Every block every town we startin a trend [for real for real]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 06:21:39

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)
Help
Help (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 up
If you ain′t from the west side put your guns up
Let a shot go Nigga
Squeeze and Pop
Let ′em feel it when the baseline drops

And all bitches throw your hands up
You in the club with your girls
Call your man up
Cause you ain′t comin′ home Mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop

[1st Verse]
Ay yo its murder on the streets
Killa capitol
I′m blasting you
For the love of this doe
That′s what I have to do
I′m posted up
The corner King
They named me Coca
Got caught didn′t say a thing
You′re not supposed ta
La Costra Nostre
Gotti Gang
My shotty rang
Call it a killers exhibition
Let the body hang
A real work of art
Show your heart
I′ll blow your smarts
Yeah It′s the ghetto god
Rep the Bronx till I′m gone
Was sent to prison
You know me homey the chromey′s itchin′
Leave you holy if you rollin′ with some bad intentions
Fit the pussy
Then again you know that
And we don′t ever see them in the hood
And they all rats
Joey don′t give a fuck
Tell my nigga hold that
Usually found in the kitchen
Where the stove at
Got that weed, got that coke
Get them dope sacks
My little man pitchin′
Yeah we call him Sandy Cossacks

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse]
Lord of war
You need a hammer
I′ll sell you guns
Sell coke to Pablo
Sell grammar to pun
Stop searching niggaz
I am the one
Pepper spray gangsta′s
Show you how the iron is slung
Now I could play like Kanye and let me chest hairs show
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses
But that just ain′t Joe
Play shots and then I switch up the flow
Like what the blood clot, Boomba clot
You ain′t fuckin wit Joe

Now Mamma love me
Her friend hates me
Jealous cause they boyfriends ain′t me
We getting at baby love
Yeah we pain free
Ain′t nobody′s pockets certain, here
We paid G′s
Now listen up
You in love with a stripper
I fuck her and dis her
I give her that mayo
You come and you kiss her
Nigga, Crack been a G ever since
Sit back and watch the money get bricks
Mo′ fucker

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 21:58:58