Give me a minute to get in it, give me a minute With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate Right in front of your eyes Watch your bitch
on the deal, thats twenty mill and you thought I have gone mad, Naw I had to gone grab the spider at the red light, Blue florescent head light, you better get your bread
that Mercedes 700 CLK and Mercedes aint made it yet [Cyhi Da Prince] I'm Mr Got bread like Quizno's better known as MJ with the big nose I swear your
to life Jewelry looking like it got free throwed in ice Debatin' with the reaper not to repo my life Cause in my 23 years I done lived a couple lives
fly Then go and throw your hands in the sky If people jealous 'cause you live yo life Then go and throw your hands in the sky See, I ain't even worried 'bout you and your
too high to hear you throwing salt on my name. I know I'm not the only one if people love to hate you go and throw your hands up go ahead and spread your
be involved But loves like suicide Now that your too involved Infatuated to the high [Tyga - Verse 1] Uhh took a deep breath, Inhaled this love in the
it is Y'all gotta start learnin' how to separate me from showbiz When I'm rollin' through your city, show me love And ladies when you see a boy, give me love
2 Live, until the day I die! (2 Live Crew) (They're back!) Chorus: (2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?) (2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!) (2 Live
starve and do without stay about your paper route get yo cash ya Capable. Stay about your paper route (Niggas!) Ya Capable Stay about your paper
the father, my bread and my water I never bought a cue and into this (?) Down in my world are you going let you hypocrits It'll take your life to
never had love for the feds But I've always had love for my slum I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids So my people in the slum put your
would I be without you? Without your love in my life Wondering aimless likely With no sense of wrong or right But thankfully I hear you say you love
stickin when I walk Goin keep keeping it raw Cut from a different cloth Made money lost money got It back touch plaques crip walk had the whole world on my nutsack lead spitter bread
like bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips Slap hips, support domestic violence Beat your bitches ass while your
I tend the wheat field that makes your bread I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed Mother Nature and Mother Earth Are two of three
saving our own lives It's true we'll make a better day just you and me Well, send them your heart so they'll know that someone cares And their lives
a piece of this American dream It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with Like paper, green or chedder, cheese or bread The cream