balla taste you in a balla place -Equipto man everything fast talk about bread but everything cash divide the dividence divide the livinish mo high than a lil bit gotta split the game
my dreams my reality And what I got, I got killaz on a salary Makin' an hourly wage off this game that we play For wonder bread and ground beef A ticket
really think he got mo' game then me? Gonna make me sick, they gonna think you slick But fuck around and make me click like a magic trick 'Cause I'll
I'd rather get some bread But I'd rather get some bread [Chorus] I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread But I'd rather get some bread
times but it's 7 today, Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet, Uh Uh what's my name so magical i come and touch the game, you muthafuckas really lust the game
fatalities And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture MC's done tried to step but I caught ya I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes
leather and the polished wood of his bed No more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread
bro'. Nothing known but a bank roll. On the other side of 123rd St., bro'. Bringing it straight off the currency. Now this shit is tough. I got this shit magic
bowl and blow up magic Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell halls of tragic Speaking to the First of April's Deep in the rap game erasial Excedrin
's the Army of the Pharaohs I don't fear junkies the Feds want me, it's the Costa Rican Ted Bundy Desert Eagle on my waist, fuck some bread monkeys Touch
King Syze] Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners Tough sinners, break bread
over Rest in peace to heath ledger but I'm no joker I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster Burn bread everyday boy
The History Book Hustlin In The Hall Naw, I Don't Spin On My Head I Spin My Work In The Pot So I Could Spend My Bread [Chorus:] And I'm Getting It...
We don't mean to be a problem But every time we start talkin' Somebody else got a problem But we say fuck 'em [Classified] I mix this like black magic
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread But I'd Rather Get Some Bread [x2:] I Said I Love Havin Sex But I'd Rather Get Some Bread But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
into the woods Two little feet, big mountain, and a Cloud comin' down cloud comin' down cloud comin' down I hear the voice of the ancient ones Chanting magic