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Bread Hold Tight

might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight

was and aint Got a $50 sack, plus I love to drink I be in southside nigga til it's said and done And I was always taught to take the bread and run Here

. I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way. Yeah yeah and I'm alright. I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight. You know

fuck 'til we both pass out, ass out, on the couch now all my hoes say [Chorus X4] [I-20] Niggaz say they hate it when a bitch is tight (tight)

like bread in a toaster alright alright foreplays over i stuck her up on the wall like a poster then i told her let me show you something you wont forget just hold

deuce up Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread They start off with da information load it up in ya head Couldn't hold it so it turned

', that's what it is That's right, tho', just some real shit Yo, I can a die for the prophets and I'll die for the Lord On the battlefield, wounded badly, holding

-three, he be home the end of '93 I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me? Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight And I'm stressed

t know I might of said it I was kinda gone and light-headed My jacket kinda fresh, bright red-ed And as usual my pants tight threaded It seem like everybody dress tight