Breathe and Stop lyrics

[Intro]
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 sh*t on smash)
Help (You writing them checks, go holla at my boy Damon)

[Chorus: The Game]
All my n*ggas throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west side put your guns up
Let a shot go n*gga
Squeeze and pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all b*tches 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

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah
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
50 pus*y
Then again you know that
And we don't ever see 'em in the hood
And they all rats
Joey don't give a f*ck
Toma n*gga 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 Koufax
[Chorus: The Game]
All my n*ggas throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west side put your guns up
Let a shot go n*gga
Squeeze and pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all b*tches 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

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Lord of war
You need a hammer
I'll sell you guns
Sell coke to Pablo
Sell grammar to Pun
Stop searching n*ggas
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 f*ckin wit Joe
Now Mamma love's me
Her friend hates me
Jealous cause they boyfriends ain't me
We getting the 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 f*ck her and diss her
I give her that mayo
You come and you kiss her
n*gga, Crack been a G ever since
Sit back and watch the money get bricks
Mo' f*cker
[Chorus: The Game]
All my n*ggas throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west side put your guns up
Let a shot go n*gga
Squeeze and pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all b*tches 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

[Outro: Fat Joe]
Coca, Game
That gangsta, gangsta
New York
Killer capital