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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