a check, huh? We can? break bread, we?ll bust ya head, yup I?ll do it to the heart, rather leave em? dead, Before my time, but I?m still ahead, Of all
It?s bad enough I got to deal with all these pressures that stand You tryin? to make me stray away from my plan Know what I?m sayin?? I?m from the gutter
I was thinking get paid I always kept a plan to get doe Like selling the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go I use to run a paper route But
dark road and I'm right here in the middle of it Do I walk slow or if I run am I'm missing something I took the time out to save a little bread Now
I'd gladly walk across the desert with no shoes upon my feet To share with you the last bite of bread I had to eat I would swim out to save you in your
dollar whip Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope [Fabolous:] Loso I still got that
pussy come natural I only fuck with those that can show me some collateral I deal 'em all off top I ain't a child molester or a killer, I don't need
many rags I blow They say this look is best for my kidneys I know, I know, I know And I've got 'em all taking off their clothes And I've got 'em all
And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's
it" but I pity the odds I'm like knock out Ned when I pop out led But I even been around to pass Biggie cigars So I smoked wit a legend, if you took
I get the newest house, newest business I learned that from my Jewish friend I brake bread with the Arabs But I'm African So I got doe chillen in the
hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin
myself I say God Bless me the truth so I speak live and directly you, I will set free my mic is where my check be rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds
I should have 100 wives And the honey-beds, I should tell her 100 lies Then I wonder why, when it?s all set and done Tell me what will I become, I wanna
I could be your bartender, tell me what you're sippin' on Girl, I'm not a travel agent, so what you trippin' on? You say I think I could make it happen 'cause I
of my club bangers I be jammin' I told her to bust it open let me see what's really happenin' She the ship and I'm the captain, I'm the captain Booty
my mind Get the girl baby I'll stand in line You could bring your gifts I don't mind 3 night, 2 days I'll be fine Get the bread, get the cheese, Get
Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know