Thats How We Break Bread Lyrics by Tru

Thats How We Break Bread Lyrics

    [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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