Are You Are My Daily Bread (You Are) You Are My Living Well (Never Thirst Again) You Are My Present Help You Are, You Are You Are, You Are Every Good And Perfect Thing
chain, just a watch and a pinky ring Now everybody come together, join along and sing [Chorus] I'm from the ghetto homey I was raised on bread and bologna
all got bitches on 24's spinnin thats how it?s goin down when a real nigga get it thats why they holdin back and they wont break bread cuz they already
ya heard me And y'all done got the fahotion y'all know what I'm sayin Ya'll just looking down and sayin "Man that little nigga doing hid thing" 'Cause I am doing my thing
: [B.G.] Okay First thing first - and for me that's n's I floss, so I know you gon' let me pimp Benz If I want it, no matter the cost, I'll get it It
Hit you point blank range and fire I ain't tryin to hear s*** I'm supposed to be rich Mu'f***ers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my s*** then
him And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!) I'm in the black, you in the red You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread Can you feel it,
50 Cent Why must i be like dat why must i chase a stack i got to get mo money i think big i think bread matter of fact i think big bread kid im on dat
on me get shot In the street like a dog Niggas say they know me I don't know them They say we came up together I don't owe them A motherfucking thing
Lloyd Banks:] Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her Buckle down, do anything for the dollar Enough bills'll make your blood spill Kill for bread
boy Hit you point blank range and fire I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my shit
you feel like the morning just won't come on (Heaven got a witness) Sometimes you feel like you're blind (blind) Sometimes you wanna just cry (cry) Sometimes you in the thing
even if there was a change The best jewelers want to make my things I'm so so hot even if there was a change The best jewelers want to make my things
blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes 'round the
I was stuck in the game Cause everybody in the industry was fucking me man Listen I've got a scheme Break away do my own thing Drop some conversation
menace for real! - I blast to kill! {COME ON! } Leave your brains on the dash and wheel Mix the kush with the hash and chill; let's talk bread! Them
my spot, I am here I'm a SouthSide nigga 'till the bone, get that clear. [scream] Now I got a better hustle so I'm gettin' better bread Buy my bitches
dig! Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs I'm like Damien nigga! - When I start gettin' loose on ya! Closest thing to Lucifer, you think
