Текст (слова) песни: Tru - That`s How We Break Bread

[Master P]
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

[C-BO]
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

Chorus 4X

Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
Straight ballin`, that`s how we break bread

[Master P]
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 Pervis ???
Ain`t No Limits to these hits that I make
The Ice Cream Man, the king pin of the Bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the ground
S.K. `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 B.B. King blow the blues,
bullets ??? cause 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

Chorus 4X

[King George]
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

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» Tru - It`s My Time
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» Tru - West Coast Bad Boyz II
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» Tru - They Can`t Stop Us!
» Tru - Who`s Da Killer?
» Tru - The Ghetto Is A Struggle
» Tru - Don`t Fuck With Tru
» Tru - Fuck Them Hoes
» Tru - Fuck Them Hoes
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» Tru - Watch Your Ass (Bonus)
» Tru - TRU Homies (Street Version)
» Tru - Who`s Da Killer
» Tru - Last Dance
» Tru - Christmas In The Ghetto


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tru - That`s How We Break Bread [Master P] 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 [C-BO] 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 Chorus 4X Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid Straight ballin`, that`s how we break bread [Master P] 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 Pervis ??? Ain`t No Limits to these hits that I make The Ice Cream Man, the king pin of the Bay Just got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the ground S.K. `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 B.B. King blow the blues, bullets ??? cause 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 Chorus 4X [King George] 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни That`s How We Break Bread: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/8767.html Все тексты песен: Tru » Tru - Livin Like a Hustler » Tru - Never » Tru - Fuck That Shit » Tru - It`s My Time » Tru - Never » Tru - West Coast Bad Boyz II » Tru - Freak Hoes » Tru - Ain`t No Glock » Tru - They Can`t Stop Us! » Tru - Who`s Da Killer? » Tru - The Ghetto Is A Struggle » Tru - Don`t Fuck With Tru » Tru - Fuck Them Hoes » Tru - Fuck Them Hoes » Tru - No Limit Army » Tru - Watch Your Ass (Bonus) » Tru - TRU Homies (Street Version) » Tru - Who`s Da Killer » Tru - Last Dance » Tru - Christmas In The Ghetto Рекомендуем скачать: » Михаил Анчаров - Не сходим на вокзалах мы... » Машина Времени - Пооткрыли вновь церквей » Многоточие - В жизни так бывает » Маршал Александр - Волчонок » Михаил Кукулевич - Из твоего окна видны... » Михаил Сипер, Василий Мешавкин - Выбор » Мангол - Вибрация » Машина Времени - У ломбарда » Мария Махова - Деревья не умирают... » Монокини - Ветер » Михаил Володин - Одиночество » Михаил Круг - Девочка-пай » Мария Махова - Гале Смирновой-Ким » Михаил Кайгородцев, Игорь Большев - И снова над Сибирью холода... » Мюзиклы - Notre Dame de Paris » Мин-Нет - На игле » Михаил Каплунов - Вечный огонь » Михаил Шуфутинский - Пальма-де-Майорка » Мумий Тролль - Ложись, подполковник » Мария Булат - Пат
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