bread by busting the gat Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them stacks Bread game, rather
beams on jeans Steady blowin cream by the stack I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink Blowin stink
once in a blue, and front with the crew And show niggaz a good time, by getting drunk in the stud' Some niggaz find happiness, with a blunt and a brew
ya feet... [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] Say what? I wanna cut! Where da hoes? I wanna nut! I need a dime! Thick and fine! Pretty face! And big behind! Say what
he was Just a working class Jew Conceived few months out of wedlock The stigma never stuck Began a three year public life And never made a buck Spoke
the legacy (no way) And all the propaganda of prosperity That?s what a machine does And the don?t need therapy You turned us into a nation of haters
I dream of being a doctor. I dream of being a pilot. I dream of being a soccer player. I dream of being a basketball player. I dream of being a pastor
up a mailbox threw it through the wall Cause I'ma get my shit so fuck all y'all Took a loaf of bread and a carton off the shelf Even took a Faygo 2 liter
name they are absolved The epiphany that the world is dying will be too late to change Greed and anger seeps deeply in, giving earth it's daily bread
ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit A little somethin like this, WOO! {What
a duet, and you wet, when you check out the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit This is a un
the sto' a nigga never get enough) I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now (Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up) And the Twista
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago) Funny what, seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip
ocean your bed <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> You wasn't beefing, you made a commotion and fled Rhymes aimed at a
business A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go) A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go) A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go) A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go) I go Let me count this
If youre liking what you got why you cutting me the look Youre so predictable I can read you like a book Spreads like butter but not on my bread The way
man That told the kids to kill somebody back a year ago Here we go, thought I was going to quit that be a miracle Serial Kill wit a bitta illa attitude
guy named Q With blood stained clothes in my dining room Chewin on a cut off leg eatin people when they dead Eat their organs in some bread crack open a