Breathe (Remix)

[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