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Breathe and Stop

Q-Tip

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Composer
James Yancey
James Yancey
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Producer
Jay Dee
Jay Dee
Producer
Jason Groucott
Jason Groucott
Recording Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Marchese
Glenn Marchese
Engineer
Steve Souder
Steve Souder
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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