' And we all stunners with lil' money but still hungry True story, once threw a nigga from a two storey Asked for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for
their clock is wrong? But all my problems will be second And all my worries will be gone I'll have money bags for breakfast smell like bitch I'm rich
reach the pedals Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast Until I took my ass to Houston, Teaxs This for my thugs baby and for the club baby We
world is waking up A ribbon cut for the opening Yeah, we all knew that day would arrive Up all night, all upset, outsides growing light No breakfast
in your face and sound boy your small in this race your just a beginner blood I'm a winner and I'm hungry for papes want them for breakfast brunch lunch
me see, how could I begin? Locked in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for lunch Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Cap'n Crunch Red wine for breakfast and for
done Don`t move, it won`t help you anyway Get ready for my judgement day Highschool death Bullets flying through the classroom Ripping virginal flesh from the bone Blood
the world like Tina and Ike Brought the house down in Sicily and Milan Fucked all types of women like your sister and mom Ask around your breakfast table
Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kanye to the Chi-town what's going on? I drink a Boost for breakfast, and Ensure for
gravity Brutal cruel and dark So beautifulfy remarkable Angry Smirf Man I'll kill these giants Outnumbered, out flanked Yet still we triumph Hell's comming for breakfast
softenin Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covered the wife, kleenex for
to be fucked with With, shit, let that bitch breathe I'm way to important to be talking about extorting Asking me for a portion is like asking for a
it they most muslim Used to be moving in unison Disputes would end Bounty hunters and grape street get cool again Some standard housing Got the young running rampant Wilding, for
THINGS TO GET ON DOWN LIFE CAN GET HARD IN NEW YORK CITY BUT I'LL BE BACK TO ROCK THAT TOWN JUST STICK AROUND Either I had nails for breakfast Or
there and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train and the beer i had for dinner
Hope for the day believe in the day Hope for the day believe in the day We open up ourselves, like a cannonball fired across the bows of a big ship hauling
really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kanye to the.... Chi-Town what's going on man [Verse 1:] I drink a boost for breakfast, and ensure for
corn for dinner or was it breakfast Her stomach turned as if a compass She prayed the east and lay there breathless They threw her overboard for dead