Letras:
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If a picture paints a thousand words Then why can't I paint you? The words will never show, the you I've come to know If a face could launch a thousand

Chorus Oh my friend Can't take it anymore The pain, the rain, the good times missin' Help me sing If only - we could be down If only - we'd work it out now If

and the stance, high up in the game make him talk in this stance, watch how you talk when you talk to the man, If it ain't about bread you can talk to

week Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread

in the stands Don't care bout the game make em talk in the stands Watch how you talk when you talk to the man If it ain't about bread you can talk to

: [Fabolous] I?m old enough to know better, young enough to not give a f-ck Rather hold my head high then live and duck If you?re cool being taken down

thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachangas Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas Yo everything ain't love, Love cause if it

stones That send chills threw a womans bones But life gives groove summer lones Even though I got the kinda bread that won?t matter if a few crumbs

Flash benjies just to twist the hoez out Fabolous the one from the Menatti Mix Known to have more kicks than karate flicks Slim nigga in a big body six Wit enough doe and pull to gotti fixed If