Letras:
Bread Yours For Life

up' the shit seem weird But there's a question I prepared for you How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you? A thug changes [Hook:] A

You tripin" [Fabolous] Uh-huh, yeah [P.Diddy] This moment they all been waitin? for, playboy We here now We?re in the house now, for sure [Chorus

own With a stashbox compartment for A handgun that make holes the size of peepholes on apartment doors My closet look like department stores And you wonder why your

our voices can be heard Let us walk away together, from the never ending rain 'Til the sun will shine for all of us again. He said all life he'd been searchin' for

I'm bout to killem Yeah trash baggin, this is crack And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks

murk me (we'll stand over you niggaz) and I ain't stopping nigga- ain't no mercy [Cuban Link] Yo, ain't no mercy, in the hood cats is thirsty, in the hood for the bread

into this world to be our saviour And that Christ is returning, someday soon to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life As long

money, money is got (Yeah yeah) money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 1:] I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca-Cola came and bought it; for

life, it could be such a very good life. We could find a place for just me and you. But it's not yours to keep. Yeah, the truth will tear your heart out