Daughter - don't give your love to the first man you see Just bide your time so your heart will be free to find the one Girl you don't have to run Daughter
yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Im 'bout my bread
m heartless Ssomething like A cold blooded killer I'm filthy, dirty With the money my nigga I done ran Through more cars Then your Rolls Rroyce dealer I put that On my god-daughter
the summer breeze It was at this precise moment that he saw her. Her walk was soft and delicate with a thaumaturgical touch That only a rabbi?s daughter
down) sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons how they grew to be men and father they sons father they daughters nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
only Hov, Nah I ain't God, but I've been made in his mold, So when the story is told let it be said I refuse to fold, I only fold bread, I stood for
Something wrong I hold my head MJ gone?our n-gga dead! I slapped my girl, she called the feds I did that time and spent that bread I?m heading home, I
the people inside me say they wanna see me go on tragically And it's evil, cause I'm only 20 something working for a crumbs n some bread [Chorus] [Verse
Child Mamma Love A Drug Dealer Straight Quit Her Job And Took His Life And Along With Him I Died And She Died We Died Then Came My Daughter To My Bed
mean partner I'm fightin gun charges in court And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start Its like I'm livin happy now except for the fact my daughter
, oh, oh, Sam, oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam, You're my main man You've got a mum by the name of Anne And she has got a daughter And your brother Simon
and flirt with us You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads While you niggas stacking bread
up the knees, scrape the elbows Before I breeze I make the girl know Girl is skinny now and shaking her breasts Don't be a loudmouth make your bread
too When ya rent a day late and ya tryna stay straight But the only way to get it is to slang that weight Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day When ya daughter
gone stiff Don't know who I've been with And I'm gonna take it cos they wanna give Can you blame me? Don't need to spend my bread People do that for
is important to him. OLYMPICKS I?d never trade my old girl for all the money in the world. I?d never trade my daughter Toya for all the money in the world
well welcome to the south We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt Harlas and priests These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter
ma run his quarter back first try to intercept a nigger like a quarter back make a nigger pay a couple ? to get his daughter back get the dirty money
