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That`s How We Break Bread

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[Master P]Huh huh, yeah niggaY`all remember that shit me and Bo did last yearHead for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckersAnd got rich this year you know what I`m sayin`P and Bo went half on some dope, half on some dope, half on some dopeP and Bo went half on some dope, turn a half ounce into a key[C-BO]Mo` money, mo mother fuckin` mailPost on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage pailPeepin` out the window with the AKParanoia, neighborhood destroyerHalf a key on the livin` room table, and from city to city i`m ableCap a key for 10 and 12, my Mexican friends got the gearBreakin` down a quarter ki`, procedin` to make that mail,Master P got the mix on the yayWhippin `em with the can`t explain game , cause rainSo fuck what you heard and pay 16 for this birdWe slangin` ki`s and stackin` g`s in the suburbsMouth full of dope, bold`s yeah you knowThem Richmond niggas, quick to pull that assholeSome dope dealers, that only fuck with killersOne of the first from the block to stack a mill becauseChorus 4XEveryday, all day, hustling to get paidStraight ballin`, that`s how we break bread[Master P]Nigga what, nigga what, been down for 22 yearsFinally done came up, Og with a pimp ???,And slang this quarter like Calone, by that nigga Pervis ???Ain`t No Limits to these hits that I makeThe Ice Cream Man, the king pin of the BayJust got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the groundS.K. `bout to get my hands dirty, TRU stand for hustlaSo jump in the 500 SEL and buckle upOn my way way to Sac. with them crome gats, 40 g`s,4 tires filled of that kill` crackDon`t give a fuck if I die or go to the Pen.I`m headed to the end, a dope fiends best friendSo call me the Richmond Nino BrownCause dope and money makes the world go `round45 k would by my work to, and blowin` dope to the ghettoLike B.B. King blow the blues, bullets ??? cause fools can`t escape thisNiggas lose they life for stickin` they nose in my cake mixAnd like a ??? away from rainI mean harvest these chickens until it`s a drought manI got more mack than Craig, Notorious Like BigPut a playa hater in the backAnd I give you a bitch before I give you a buckHit the windows niggas chokin` on a fruit roll-upI got ??? on tha set puttin` in work sellin` fuckin` LemonheadsTo the dope fiends, we call `em street queensHit the dope and they pussy when the feds hit the sceneNow the spots hot ain`t nobody got rocksLaugh at the cops, organization ticks like a clockChorus 4X[King George]Just another episode of how us No Limit TRU niggas make our mailOrganized trained soldiers droppin` bread crumbs to the underworldYou know what I mean and like nigga PSaid every day, all day, hustlin` to get paidThat`s how we break bread hahahaha

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