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]