TRU, King George, C-Bo, Master P - That's How We Break Bread lyrics
[TRU, King George, C-Bo, Master P - That's How We Break Bread lyrics]
Huh huh, yeah nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and
Bo did last year head for the jack
We done jacked the motherfuckers
And got rich this year you
Know what I'm sayin'
P and Bo went half on some
Dope, half on some dope, half on some dope
P and Bo went half on some dope
Turn a half ounce into a key
Mo' money, mo mother fuckin' mail
Post on the block
Come back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the window with the AK
Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table
And from city to city I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12
My Mexican friends got the gear
Breakin' down a quarter ki'
Procedin' to make that mail
Master P got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain game
Cause rain so fuck what you heard and
Pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki's and stackin'
G's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's yeah you know
Them Richmond niggas
Quick to pull that asshole
Some dope dealers
That only fuck with killers
One of the first from the block
To stack a mill because
Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
Straight ballin', that's how we break bread
Nigga what, nigga what
Been down for 22 years
Finally done came up, Og with a pimp
And slang this quarter like Calone
By that nigga Perry Ellis
Ain't No Limit's to these hit's that I make
The Ice Cream Man, the king pin of the Bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies
Stuck to the ground
SK 'bout to get my hands dirty
TRU stand for hustla
So jump in the 500 SEL and buckle up
On my way way to Sac with them crome gats
40 g's 4 tires filled of that kill' crack
Don't give a fuck if I die or go to the Pen
I'm headed to the end
A dope fiends best friend
So call me the Richmond Nino Brown
Cause dope and money makes
The world go 'round
45 k would by my work to
And blowin' dope to the ghetto
Like BB king blow the blues
Bullets dipped in garlic fools
Can't escape this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they
Nose in my cake mix
And like a away from rain
I mean harvest these chickens until
It's a drought man
I got more mack than Craig
Notorious Like Big
Put a playa hater in the back
And I give you a bitch before
I give you a buck
Hit the windows niggas chokin'
On a fruit roll-up i got on tha set puttin'
In work sellin' fuckin' Lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we call 'em street queens
Hit the dope and they pussy when
The feds hit the scene
Now the spots hot ain't nobody got rocks
Laugh at the cops
Organization ticks like a clock
Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
Straight ballin', that's how we break bread
Just another episode of how us No
Limit TRU niggas make our mail
Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread
Crumbs to the underworld
You know what I mean and like nigga P
Said every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
That's how we break bread hahahaha
Y'all remember that shit me and
Bo did last year head for the jack
We done jacked the motherfuckers
And got rich this year you
Know what I'm sayin'
P and Bo went half on some
Dope, half on some dope, half on some dope
P and Bo went half on some dope
Turn a half ounce into a key
Mo' money, mo mother fuckin' mail
Post on the block
Come back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the window with the AK
Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table
And from city to city I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12
My Mexican friends got the gear
Breakin' down a quarter ki'
Procedin' to make that mail
Master P got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain game
Cause rain so fuck what you heard and
Pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki's and stackin'
G's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's yeah you know
Them Richmond niggas
Quick to pull that asshole
Some dope dealers
That only fuck with killers
One of the first from the block
To stack a mill because
Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
Straight ballin', that's how we break bread
Nigga what, nigga what
Been down for 22 years
Finally done came up, Og with a pimp
And slang this quarter like Calone
By that nigga Perry Ellis
Ain't No Limit's to these hit's that I make
The Ice Cream Man, the king pin of the Bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies
Stuck to the ground
SK 'bout to get my hands dirty
TRU stand for hustla
So jump in the 500 SEL and buckle up
On my way way to Sac with them crome gats
40 g's 4 tires filled of that kill' crack
Don't give a fuck if I die or go to the Pen
I'm headed to the end
A dope fiends best friend
So call me the Richmond Nino Brown
Cause dope and money makes
The world go 'round
45 k would by my work to
And blowin' dope to the ghetto
Like BB king blow the blues
Bullets dipped in garlic fools
Can't escape this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they
Nose in my cake mix
And like a away from rain
I mean harvest these chickens until
It's a drought man
I got more mack than Craig
Notorious Like Big
Put a playa hater in the back
And I give you a bitch before
I give you a buck
Hit the windows niggas chokin'
On a fruit roll-up i got on tha set puttin'
In work sellin' fuckin' Lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we call 'em street queens
Hit the dope and they pussy when
The feds hit the scene
Now the spots hot ain't nobody got rocks
Laugh at the cops
Organization ticks like a clock
Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
Straight ballin', that's how we break bread
Just another episode of how us No
Limit TRU niggas make our mail
Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread
Crumbs to the underworld
You know what I mean and like nigga P
Said every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
That's how we break bread hahahaha