Breathe and Stop

Yeah, it's the Profit, it's the Profit East Coast, West Coast, come down selector, see it Latino Market, you know we got that *** in Memphis You writin' them checks, go holla at my boy Damon All my ***, throw your dubs up If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the bassline drop And all my ***, throw you're hands up You in the club with you're girls, call your man up 'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop Aiyyo, there's murder on the streets Killa capital, I'm blastin' you For the love of this dough, that's what I have to do I'm posted up, corner king, they named me Coka Got caught, didn't say a thing, you're not supposed to La Costa Nostra, Gotti gang, my shotty ring Call it a killer's exhibition, let the body hang A real work of art, show your heart, I blow you smart Yeah, it's the ghetto god, rep the Bronx 'til I'm gone Was sent to prison, you know me, homie, the chromey's itchin' Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions Fit the ***, then again you know that And we don't never see him in the hood and he owe rats Joey don't give a ***, told my *** hold that Usually found in the kitchen, where the stove at? Got that ***, got that ***, get them *** sacks My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Sandy Cossacks All my ***, throw your dubs up If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the bassline drop And all my ***, throw you're hands up You in the club with you're girls, call your man up 'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop Lord of war, you need a hammer, I?ll sell you guns Sell *** to Pablo, sell grammar to Pun Stop searchin' ***, I am the one Pepper spray gangsters, show you how the iron is slung Now I could play like Kanye and let my chest hairs show Put on them cool Moe Dee glasses but that just ain't Joe Play shot and then I switch up the flow Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** with Joe Now mama loves me, her friends hate me Jealous 'cause they boyfriends ain't me We gettin' that baby love, yeah, we pain free Ain't nobody pocket certain here, we paid G's Now listen up, you in love with a stripper I *** her and diss her I give her that mayo, you come and you kiss her *** Crack been a G ever since Sit back and watch the money get bricks, muh'f*** All my ***, throw your dubs up If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the bassline drop And all my ***, throw you're hands up You in the club with you're girls, call your man up 'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop Coka, Game, the gangsta gangsta TA, what's up? I see you *** New York, Killa capital, Cali, Killa-Cali