the things that's important to you. OLYMPICKS I'd never trade my old girl for all the money in the world. I'd never trade my daughter Toya for all the
the principle so fuck what you sayin' E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that So when it's time to break bread gimme no feedback 'Cause you don'
But I was fucking devil bitches in corsets I was never really good, then I torched it I?m sorry Mrs. Jackson I?m speaking for real And I never meant to make your daughter
Roommates with no place, babies crying, pissy pampers Roaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper Three big head boys, but one's got to go to school Her youngest daughter
mean mug muthafucka havin' no fear, what the fuck You thought I was one of them bitch niggaz standin' right here Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread
with fuckin' clips You better let 'em know I got girls that'll buy me a quarter Supply me wit' water, beef come drive me to borders Kamikazes wit' they hommies, body your daughter
love a drug dealer, straight quit her job And took his life, and along with him, I died And she died, we died Then came my daughter, to my bed side Told
sit down Sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons How they grew to be men and father they sons Father they daughters, nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
tender Sunshine on time, manifest all time 'tween beams Because I study all true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees Study righteous God Degree, yo We break bread
When he spends his stays in bed Making love to the victories Wives just paying for his head (?) Today will outlive yesterday As long as someone breaks the bread
a factor 'cause she's fine to the dude And plus she's built like a truck there must be somethin' in her food Or her water because she's somebody's daughter
the morning after The make shift youth The slave ship captured Our Diaspora, is the final chapter The ancetral lineage built pyramids Americas first immigrant The Kings sons and daughters
Unrepenting, often empty Sail on, sail on sailor Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail Seldom stumble
kiss each others' tears away Keep all your fears at bay Home as soon as possible Remind you of the golden rule See your son and daughter's eyes In them
the summer breeze It was at this precise moment that he saw her Her walk was soft and delicate With a thaumaturgical touch that only a Rabbi?s daughter
are broad and his towers they are high You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread And before I'll marry Sultan
live im the 05 thrilla in manilla come thru with the triple village straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin nigga im about my bread!!!! my
why I'm hot Thrilla in Manila Come through with the triple village Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin' Nigga I'm about my bread My flow