Breathe and Stop

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, get up
Uh-uh, for real, uh-uh
Come on
Ummah (what?), Ummah (what?), Ummah (what?), Ummah (what?)

A hard time if your motion is still
Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill
Abstract, you know my stiggidy in here (yeah)
Niggaz get on and swear it's they fuckin' year
But yo, your girl just moved
To the joint in the club, in the car if it groove (uh)
Broad look, the movement is on
Mild-mannered mami's in Victoria thongs, uh

I give my rhyme a bless
Guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust (yeah, yeah)
You vibrant and you fresh and all
Original to say the least, and you've impressed Kamaal (come on)
Rappers start then they stall
Findin' it very hard to make it over the wall
Hey, get your weight up, my motto, you heard?
And I grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh
So girls move it around
If you see your main dog give a brother a pound

And just uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
And just uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
Give it what you got, give it what you got
And if you on the block then give it what you got, uh

A thug, a thrill, you as mean as the eyes (say word)
I wanna feel you, them big ass thighs
Your Prada dress or your Gucci bag
With the Polo jeans over doobi-bag, uh
You hold the door a'ight?
We comin' through, Tribe beef, hold it down for the night
Big Moon got the fifth
D-Lyfe, he got the deally and girl, you got the gif, uhh (yeah, for real love)

Turn it over the page
Usherin' all of y'all to a brand-new age, where (yeah)
Status really don't matter
Everybody get right to the pitter the patter (come on)
Makin' moves, settin' precedence
Enterin' your residence, the whole scene is decadence
And the feelin' is true
I'm seein' me and my crew, you seein' black and blue, uh (yeah)
So let's go for the ride
Strap yourself in tight and if you bona fide then

Just uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
And just uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
Give it what you got, keep makin' it hot
And if you on the block then give it what you got, come on

Done, what, what, bring it, bring it
A-bring it (give it), bring it (give it)
Bring it (give it), bring it (give it)
Bring it (give it), bring it (give it)
Bring it (give it), bring it (give it)
Bring it (give it), bring it (give it)
Bring it (give it), bring it (give it)
A-where we bring it to?

Right here (right where?)
Right here (right where?)
Right here (right where?)
Right here (right where?)
Right here (right where?)
Right here (here, here)
Right here (take it home, take it home, take it home), right here

Millennium on your mind, are you runnin' out of time?
Hope you skippin' every line 'cause I'm gettin' mine
Move it around a bit again
Every block, every town, we startin' a trend (for real, real, real)
Eye to eye, ma and toe to toe (toe to toe)
Who concentratin' on killin' the show?
Penetration is methodically slow
Mountain high, valley low, gonna find the dough (yo, for real, for real)

All my peoples, no matter the creed
We gonna satisfy the urge and discover the need, uh
You feel, you feel the bite in this
If you think I'm type real, then invite me miss
And let me say a rhyme in your ear
Dancin' close you the most, and you fit in here (yeah)
You feel the rhythm is right, you know the spittin' is tight
You think you won't, but I think you might (uh)

Breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
Just uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
'Cause uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
Just uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got

Just uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
Just uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
Just uhh, breathe and stop for real
And give it what you got
And if you on the block, then keep makin' it hot
And if it's a beautiful thing, then keep makin' it hot



Credits
Writer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, George Melvin Brown, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Robert Spike Mickens, Claydes Eugene Smith, Ronald N. Bell, Richard A. Westfield, James Dewitt Yancey, Gene C. Redd, Cleveland Horne, Roy Handy, Gene Redd
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