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Thats How We Break Bread

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[master p]Huh huh, yeah niggaYall remember that shit me and bo did last yearHead for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckersAnd got rich this year you know what Im sayinP 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 Im 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 cant explain game , cause rainSo fuck what you heard and pay 16 for this birdWe slangin kis and stackin gs in the suburbsMouth full of dope, bolds 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, thats 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 ? ? ? Aint 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 gs,4 tires filled of that kill crackDont give a fuck if I die or go to the pen.Im 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 cant escape thisNiggas lose they life for stickin they nose in my cake mixAnd like a ? ? ? away from rainI mean harvest these chickens until its 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 aint 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 paidThats how we break bread hahahaha

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