my penitentiary family'll
reach 'fore you make a bet
when you gonna lay in a buck?
when you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?
i ain't no punk i'm like a basepipe cause i'm dope
e'rytime i touch the microphone
playa potnah whatchu talkin bout? what dey lookin like?
i just come off a double-album
you know that shit was tight
and you right i make my drops for the club and the trunk
like a pregnant lady come with a album every eight or nine months
at seventeen i had a hundred dollars -- eh-eh
when y'all was tryin to walk it
see i was tryin to run it
smoked a lot of trees drunk
locked a lot of keys in the trunk
on my way back from the sushi bar
i'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers
hustlers paper go-getters
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
if youse obsessed withcha wealth and it
more carats than a bunny rabbit
pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
the only way i get involved if it mean more dough
treat all my hoes like billy blank son and tae-bo on em
i spit game so i can ease in your womb
i know what you thinkin i'm just teasin the tomb
went from sauce money to big pimpin
flow so hot got summer scared to come
but everybody on the track holdin weight
let me find out who broke now
there's love in the east and there's love in the west
coast to coast g's do what you do best
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
to all my gettin money chicks if you love the song
tell your man if he broke
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
who wanna fuck with the last don?
i hate you niggaz with a pass-ion
fuck around and get blast on
my niggaz mad strong and they kill you quick
think i would lie to you bitch?
you could die with the snitch
and buried alive in the ditch
try to slide but you slid
terror squad to the death of me
remember me? the same kid that ran triz on stephanie
drillin you with holes in your chest
? like what you say out here ain't nuttin nice
for brownie points or stripes niggaz take your life
lost in the game! drownin sinkin holdin my breath
lost in the game! broke miserable starvin to death
crazy weebleations. boss burn broom!
and about eleven-thousand dollars worth
marked money and sour dope deals
hustlers paper go-getters
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
if youse obsessed withcha wealth and it
more carats than a bunny rabbit
pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
three tycoons. weighin in at 300-plus ya undersmell that?
east coast west coast connection
the new millineum ballers
ya undersmell me? where you come from?
beyotch?! you know we do this. hoahhhh
a-hoahhhh! sheeeit! beotch!