the D (D), back to SA town (Waco, 210) I can't forget the H though (yeah) Oh you see the bread (bread), now let's break ho (let's go) Deuce dime, who
grind (grind) Gotta stay on the grind (grind), gotta go and get mine homie I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin beside me I bet that shottie go lollipop if
for you to say I got a gift. If you ain't on a team, you ain't on a team. We gon' be supreme, you can do your thing at the limousine If you on a team,
I'd rather get some bread But I'd rather get some bread [Chorus] I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread But I'd rather get some bread
hold your hand up in the air, it still ain't high as my roof (the truth) In the club the bartender said he ain't gettin bread (what?) That's when I pulled
But you could make it out, be patient with no surgery Somebody call 9-1-1, it's an emergency The kids need a hero, let us get bread They follow everything
wit her so? i know niggaz older than that i'm still gettin this money though (this mothafuckin money. nigga u tell her it come out yo pocket nigga u buy the bread
(seth binzer, bret mazur, mad lion) If you got an itch to catch some havoc there's mayhem in the plastic City of la la i mean the land of holy zsa sza
off quick Now I get snooched, so I gotta beat my dick Time are hard in the ghetto, I steal for a living Eatin dirt and the Now or Laters If that
shape when i'm finished, bring the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter still gettin' strong off bread and water i don't know if they're
the glamorous life Without love, it ain't much She saw him standing in the section marked "If you have to ask, you can't afford it" lingerie She threw him bread
whistlin Shake your tambourine gon get yourself a whistlin ::Fabolous:: (jiggle it baby) go head baby I flash screen till they say go head baby if
was gone I was neutral when Japan hit me guess that he knew I aint gone' let my family fight without me jumpin' in too Woulda' lost if I didn't hit
heart, let you feel the beat listen to the whisperin the songs i sing everyone dedicated to the sons of kings i leave and come back sometimes its too long chase the big bread
hustler from the start Something in your chest, then open up your heart Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if
'64 (Verse 1) I suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special wit it, I got special bread
huh) The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged) Don't be surprised, If I spit at you Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral Our bread
of The United States of Love (and if you ask him to dinner you're going to feed him:) Watermelon Hominy grits An' shortnin' bread Alligator