Stack Bundles - Breathe Freestyle lyrics

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Stack Bundles - Breathe Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Stack Bundles] n***as know the drill in New York and the Queens it's like [Hook: Stack Bundles] One and to the two, two and to the three, three and to the four Then you got to squeeze x3 [Joe Budden] It's that On Top Music! [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Alright and now we got Jerz on the come back, run f*g Gun bag, gun clap, dump that when you hear that pump blat Aight everybody on the run blat, dudes by the corner store waiting on that come back Screaming F me why? that's a dumb move like going to Brooklyn screaming F.B.I Or going to Brooklyn playing F.B.I, trying to shake the scene or trying to be Jayreen n***a 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 k**er I'd leave that for my mans, not a gorilla leave that one for Ram But I will steal your keys, aight with the hands Yup shorty that's right, any n***a trying to shoot me must have saw my last fight yup n***as coming to my hood trying to 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 a hurt you but dog you ain't a million dollar man, n***a you just virgil n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Alright and now we got Jerz on the come back, run f*g Gun bag, gun clap, dump that when you hear that pump blat Aight everybody on the run blat, dudes by the corner store waiting on that come back So when the SL creep, I'll get you clipped then one hit of that Nextel bleep n***a Roll out predator style, dot a motherf**er up he got eczema now Look n***a I'm the blame baby once again baby, pitch that black or that white we call it Wayne Brady He's insane baby with that X and that dust red, f** you n***as expect from a ex-dust head Beef is back, the chief is back, grief is back but this will be brief in fact You can't rap and hustle no not a little bit, you trying to see cash money but get a little flip I'm trying to see cash money shout out to Lil' Flip, I'm trying to see that dummy block it a little fifth And I don't see how dude want it with older dog, feeling like a pimp n***a gun-bu*t 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 have said it motherf**er [Hook/Outro]