Leavin the mall with heavy bags You know the boy got a love for the cash Aw fuck, there he go again Talkin bout hoes and dough again Yup! -- Can't hold
the block reason why I tried to hit them cops reason why I started hittin shots reason why I started gettin licked and drinkin syrup and skippin court ginger bread
: This shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We're all trying to win, but then again Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when
Hearin Me Rap Is Like Hearin G. Rap In His Prime I'm, Young H.O., Rap's Grateful Dead Back To Take Over The Globe, Now Break Bread I'm In, Boeing Jets
lonely nights down by the river Brought me bread and water, water in But though I tried so hard my little darling I couldn't keep the night from coming
cavalry You froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks
couldn't keep the night from comin' in Why you gone away Gone away again I'll sleep through the rest of the day If you're gone away again I'll sleep
said the Good Samaritan I brought him bread and a blanket But I told him, "You can't come in" You can sleep outside in the tool shed Though a little rain comes
gon' flip this bitch!) And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't you tell 'em?) We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh And we don't fuck around
moving so fast Ya know what I'm sayin A day on earth like 1000 years in heaven Ya know depends on how you livin it's like Where you bread at? Where your
my journey Not sure just what I?d find But I found an everlasting river of life Ooh, it?s just like fallin? rain I will never thirst again Living water, bread of life Come
to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin That's like a pimp
brinx truck job on these niggas homey... time after time again I like niggas and remind niggas how I hold out on mutha fckas... Niggas out here frontin about they bread
Here comes the Here comes the Here comes the Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!) Here comes the (BOOM!) Here comes the (BOOM!) Here comes the
in the fire Sweet elation come on, come on I'm part of the Holy Nation And the past is forever gone Wash and see the looking glass Second heaven's coming
Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels She come
pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
while and don't complain, I'm something like gail scott heroine, Do you know what it feels like to lose a friend, again and again and again, again The