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Woo, woo, woo
BreatheOne and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)
Then you gotta
Then you gottaSure these niggas can't breathe
When I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man

It's not even funny they can't
(Breathe)The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't
(Breathe)Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't
(Breathe)In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta
(Breathe)You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin' better year by year
Like they say wine doCops couldn't smell me
If you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches
Wanna taste my wealthBut I keep 'em on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep 'em on the quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breathI got 'em grabbin' they chest
'Cuz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay
In a hearse than lay in the bachAnd I ain't just layin' a verse
I'm sayin' the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me
Like they chokin' on a chicken boneEvery chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone, so I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phoneOne and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)
Then you gotta
Then you gottaSure these niggas can't breathe
When I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't
(Breathe)The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't
(Breathe)Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't
(Breathe)In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta
(Breathe)I see 'em on the block when I passes
Lookin' like they need oxygen masks
I make it hard to breathe
But I keep the glocks in the stashes'Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to
(Breathe)
They has to react
Like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in backYou dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin' at ninety
That's the reason they signed me
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gutHow I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigatorsI'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then
(Breathe)One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)
Then you gotta
Then you gottaSure these niggas can't breathe
When I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't
(Breathe)The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't
(Breathe)Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't
(Breathe)In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta
(Breathe)When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minuteCatch a breath, for you catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a FTo the A-B, it's in the may be
Rollin' with my baby
Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in KayBeeI rhyme slick on ya
They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know 'bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breatheLike a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin' hope
Unless these motherfuckas
(Breathe)Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
The Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
(Breathe)Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody
(Breathe)One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)Four then you gotta
(Four)
Then you gotta
Then you gotta breathe

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
John David Jackson (born November 18, 1977 in Brooklyn, New York), better known by his stage name Fabolous, is a Grammy award nominated American rapper, actor and designer signed to Def Jam Records. He released his debut album, Ghetto Fabolous in 2001 and has since released 2003's Street Dreams, 2004's Real Talk and 2007's From Nothin' To Somethin', all of which have collectively sold over four million copies in the United States. His fourth studio album, Loso's Way, was released in July of 2009 and debuted at #1 on the Billboard 200 chart.

It takes talent to make the struggle to succeed seem effortless, but that is the gift that separates artists like Brooklyn's John Jackson, aka Fabolous, from the everyday MC. While most rappers spend more and more time convincing the masses of their "hustle," Fabolous lets his work speak for his effort. With two platinum albums (2001's Ghetto Fabolous and 2003's Street Dreams) and one Gold (2004's Real Talk) to his credit, the veteran hitmaker still exudes a rookie-of-the year swagger. After recording for both Elektra and Atlantic Records, Fab is enjoying a home coming with the legendary Def Jam label. His first recorded song was "If They Want It" from DJ Clue's The Professional, which was released by Roc-A-Fella/Def Jam in 1998.

"I had people in my corner already over there," Fab says of DJ Clue and A&R Skane, the Desert Storm duo who discovered Fabolous. "So it wasn't like I was coming to a new neighborhood."

While he doesn't site any one reason for his move, Fabolous has learned a lot from his time in the industry and is eager to capitalize on his experience. "I haven't peaked yet," he explains. "I was happy with the past records, but I have some adversity to learn off of for the future."

It's appropriate that Fabolous is getting a fresh start for his latest release because he wants From Nothin' to Somethin' to be a rebirth for his fans old and new. "Everybody is trying to take what they have and make something more," says Fabolous, explaining the album's title. "It's a new year, everybody's on their hustle, back in the gym and I'm trying to give them some inspiration. This is music to chase your money too, work out--motivation music.

The first single "Make Me Better" is produced by Grammy Award winning producer Timbaland and finds Fabolous doing what he does best; blending radio ready sound beds with clever and memorable lyrics. Rapping that he needs "a Corretta Scott to make me King" Fab picks up with his female fans where "Baby" left off. "It's a great feel good record, it's got a lot of style to it," he says. "I wanted a record that could show that I could touch different people with my music."

Already recognized for his hit-making ability, Fabolous is eager to show the diversity of his technique while staying true to his blueprint for success. On the cocky "Make Money" he cleverly borrows Notorious B.I.G's trademark chuckle to comment on the laugh-ability of his competition: "these dudes is stand up rappers, hip-hop comedians, I start laughin as soon as I put your CD in." His wit and wordplay is not something he gets enough credit for, but the MC is confident people will come around. "Certain people recognize it," he says, "but its like they'll sing it in the shower, but they won't sing it outside. It's all good though. One of them days you gonna get drunk and start singing that song."

Enlisting a whose-who list of guests that includes Akon, Young Jeezy, Ne-Yo and Junior Reed, Fabolous plays to a variety of audiences on this disc, but there is no mistaking that it's his show from beginning to end. The anthemic "Brooklyn" features a yet to be disclosed surprise guest and "Change Up" pairs Fab with singer, producer extraodinaire Akon helping him reflect on his life and career.

"Anytime you become a successful person, people may look at you and say you changed," explains Fabolous, who references the October 2006 shooting that took place outside of Justin's restaurant in the lyrics of the song. "That record just talks about people changing as a person for money, how they carry themselves and treat other people. For me, I might have changed where I live or my number, but I haven't changed as a person…I slid a line or two about what happened in October but I'm not coming out with a bullet proof vest or anything."

The playful "Foggin Up The Windows," produced by Miami's The Runners, features R. Kelly's chopped and screwed vocals from his hit "Ignition" to prop up Fabolous' ode to parkin' lot pimpin' of the more carnal kind.

"I just took it back to trying to get some in the car," he says with a laugh. "Everyone's either done it or tried to get some in the car. It may not have been the place of choice but everybody's had a hotel on wheels."

Other rewind worthy tracks like "Real Playa" featuring Lloyd, "Diamonds" featuring Young Jeezy and the Just Blaze produced "Back To School" round out an impressive collection that makes From Nothin' to Somethin' worth the two-year wait. In his absence no artist has come close to matching his boyish charm, wit and unassuming cool both on and off the mic. With a new team and a pop of his collar Fabolous is indeed "fresh to Def."

"I'm trying to bring good music back to the game," he says confidently. "And anybody that's bringing good music, the hype is gonna follow them."

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