bread n butta

r.i.p.! b.i.g.! let's go!

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for the bread n butta i leave niggas in the gutta

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look

i said for that bread n butta i leave niggas in the gutta

fuck with me

die slow

like a chick with no rubber

all white no color albino with them birds be

drop heads sittin on the back of kobe's jersey

new york

jersey

hits like a derby

black eyed peas niggas know i got them fergie's

that's why the fiends they prefer me

i don't gotta advertise all word of mouth they refer me

try to out serve me you gotta get up early

for that bread n butta i leave niggas where the worms be

money super straight like a perm be

concrete

jungle fuck with me you need a army

your shit go

pop pop

how you 'gon harm me!

my shit go rat tttttttttttttaaaaattttttttt like a tommy

i came at niggas calmly

now i'm on some nigga shit

try to touch my scrilla get you lit like a cigarette

you couldn't get rid of me i'm sort of like the internet

world wide hustler

colder than the winter gets

i am what a spinner is

way past ballin

don't gotta touch the rock i still eat like jordan

haters like oh shit

who is this recordin

m-i-m-s this is what you callin

house so high

on the hill

this a problem

when the snow falls i bet you come run to

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for the bread n butta i leave niggas in the gutta

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look

i said for that bread n butta i leave niggas in the gutta

freeze it up

in the winter

throw it out

by the summer

bank account

seven digits like a telephone number

bah! bah! beat it up

you would think i was a drummer

i'm a boss of the bass with the treble cause trouble

niggas say they make it rain

i don't even see a puddle

not a drop

you would dry in the kalahari desert

all that crack

you refer to

man you talkin 'bout the crevice of yo' ass

where the cash at? dow jones

nasdaq

pull up at the light

they like

i didn't know he haaaad that"