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Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded<br />Sauce Money, get breaded<br />Fat Joe, get breaded<br />Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded<br />Sauce Money, get breaded<br />Fat Joe, get breaded<br /><br />[E-40]<br />My penitentiary family'll<br />reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna lay in a buck?<br />When you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?<br />I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe cause I'm dope<br />E'rytime I touch the microphone, I come with smoke<br />Playa potnah whatchu talkin bout? What dey lookin like?<br />I just come off a double-album, you know that shit was tight<br />and you right I make my drops for the club and the trunk<br />Like a pregnant lady come with a album every eight or nine months<br />See y'all ain't ready<br />At seventeen I had a hundred dollars -- eh-eh, thousands<br />Chevy Impalas, ??, Cougars, lower-development housin<br />Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it<br />When y'all was tryin to walk it, see I was tryin to run it<br />Smoked a lot of trees drunk (trees drunk)<br />Locked a lot of keys in the trunk (keys in the trunk)<br />On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki<br />I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like Liberace<br /><br />To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters<br />Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br />If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it<br />More carats than a bunny rabbit<br />Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br /><br />[Sauce Money]<br />The only way I get involved if it mean more dough<br />(uh-huh) Sauce Money, E-4-Oh<br />You know they want em, diamonds, flaunt em<br />Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank son and Tae-Bo on em<br />Whattup ma, too many G's to consume?<br />I spit game so I can ease in your womb<br />I know what you thinkin I'm just teasin the tomb<br />While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room<br />Lobster, shrimpin, never simpin, gangsta limpin<br />Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin<br />Like bell bottoms, too much flate for some<br />Flow so hot got summer scared to come<br />But everybody on the track holdin weight<br />Five hundred thou', that's the golden gate<br />From B-K to Oaktown, pass the smoke round<br />Let me find out who broke now, uh-huh<br /><br />There's love in the East and there's love in the West<br />Coast to coast G's do what you do best, just<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br />To all my gettin money chicks if you love the song<br />Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong, you better<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br /><br />[Fat Joe]<br />Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Last Don?<br />I hate you niggaz with a pass-ion<br />Fuck around and get blast on<br />My niggaz mad strong and they kill you quick<br />Come out or get hit, we the shit<br />Think I would lie to you bitch?<br />You could die with the snitch, and buried alive in the ditch<br />Come five with the fifth, try to slide but you slid<br />We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the death of me<br />Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie<br />Felony's the minimal, enemies I pity you<br />Step to me, c'est la vie, and I'm killin you<br />Drillin you with holes in your chest<br />You opposin the best<br />T.S., supreme, crows on the nest<br /><br />[E-40]<br />?? like what you say out here ain't nuttin nice<br />For brownie points or stripes niggaz take your life<br />with boxcutters, fuck a knife, just for braggin rights<br />LOST IN THE GAME!! Drownin sinkin holdin my breath<br />LOST IN THE GAME!! Broke miserable starvin to death<br />Boom boom boom, BOOM BOOM!<br />Crazy weebleations.. BOSS BURN BROOM!<br />Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars worth<br />of counterfeit bills, marked money and sour dope deals<br /><br />To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters<br />Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br />If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it<br />More carats than a bunny rabbit<br />Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br /><br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br /><br />And there you have it<br />Three tycoons.. weighin in at 300-plus ya undersmell that?<br />Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell that?<br />East coast West Coast connection, y'know<br />SicK Wid It Records, the new millineum ballers<br />Ya undersmell me? Where you come from?<br />Beyotch?! You know we do this .. hoahhhh<br />A-HOAHHHH! SHEEEIT! BEOTCH!
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Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded<br />Sauce Money, get breaded<br />Fat Joe, get breaded<br />Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded<br />Sauce Money, get breaded<br />Fat Joe, get breaded<br /><br />[E-40]<br />My penitentiary family'll<br />reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna lay in a buck?<br />When you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?<br />I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe cause I'm dope<br />E'rytime I touch the microphone, I come with smoke<br />Playa potnah whatchu talkin bout? What dey lookin like?<br />I just come off a double-album, you know that shit was tight<br />and you right I make my drops for the club and the trunk<br />Like a pregnant lady come with a album every eight or nine months<br />See y'all ain't ready<br />At seventeen I had a hundred dollars -- eh-eh, thousands<br />Chevy Impalas, ??, Cougars, lower-development housin<br />Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it<br />When y'all was tryin to walk it, see I was tryin to run it<br />Smoked a lot of trees drunk (trees drunk)<br />Locked a lot of keys in the trunk (keys in the trunk)<br />On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki<br />I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like Liberace<br /><br />To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters<br />Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br />If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it<br />More carats than a bunny rabbit<br />Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br /><br />[Sauce Money]<br />The only way I get involved if it mean more dough<br />(uh-huh) Sauce Money, E-4-Oh<br />You know they want em, diamonds, flaunt em<br />Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank son and Tae-Bo on em<br />Whattup ma, too many G's to consume?<br />I spit game so I can ease in your womb<br />I know what you thinkin I'm just teasin the tomb<br />While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room<br />Lobster, shrimpin, never simpin, gangsta limpin<br />Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin<br />Like bell bottoms, too much flate for some<br />Flow so hot got summer scared to come<br />But everybody on the track holdin weight<br />Five hundred thou', that's the golden gate<br />From B-K to Oaktown, pass the smoke round<br />Let me find out who broke now, uh-huh<br /><br />There's love in the East and there's love in the West<br />Coast to coast G's do what you do best, just<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br />To all my gettin money chicks if you love the song<br />Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong, you better<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br /><br />[Fat Joe]<br />Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Last Don?<br />I hate you niggaz with a pass-ion<br />Fuck around and get blast on<br />My niggaz mad strong and they kill you quick<br />Come out or get hit, we the shit<br />Think I would lie to you bitch?<br />You could die with the snitch, and buried alive in the ditch<br />Come five with the fifth, try to slide but you slid<br />We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the death of me<br />Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie<br />Felony's the minimal, enemies I pity you<br />Step to me, c'est la vie, and I'm killin you<br />Drillin you with holes in your chest<br />You opposin the best<br />T.S., supreme, crows on the nest<br /><br />[E-40]<br />?? like what you say out here ain't nuttin nice<br />For brownie points or stripes niggaz take your life<br />with boxcutters, fuck a knife, just for braggin rights<br />LOST IN THE GAME!! Drownin sinkin holdin my breath<br />LOST IN THE GAME!! Broke miserable starvin to death<br />Boom boom boom, BOOM BOOM!<br />Crazy weebleations.. BOSS BURN BROOM!<br />Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars worth<br />of counterfeit bills, marked money and sour dope deals<br /><br />To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters<br />Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br />If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it<br />More carats than a bunny rabbit<br />Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br /><br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br />Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!<br /><br />And there you have it<br />Three tycoons.. weighin in at 300-plus ya undersmell that?<br />Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell that?<br />East coast West Coast connection, y'know<br />SicK Wid It Records, the new millineum ballers<br />Ya undersmell me? Where you come from?<br />Beyotch?! You know we do this .. hoahhhh<br />A-HOAHHHH! SHEEEIT! BEOTCH!
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