How We Break Bread (Master P) Huh, ya nigga, remember that shit that me & Bo did last year? Headed 4 tha jack, we could've jacked tha muthafuckaz & got rich easily... P & Bo went half on some dope, half on some dope, half on some dope P & Bo went half on some dope, turnin a half ounce into a key. (C BO) Mo' Money, mo muthafuckin mail, post on tha block conie back & drop knotts in tha garbage pal, peepin out tha window with tha AK paranoya neighborhood destroyer. Half a key on tha living room table & from city 2 city I'm able cap a key for 10 or 12. My Mexican friends, got tha Yajl. Breakin' down a quarter procedin' ta make mo mail, Master P got tha mix on tha game, whippin em with tha Kane, czu man fuck what ya heard & play 16 fo' this bird we slangin & makin' G'z in tha suburbs. Now fill tha dome bomb yah, you know them rich men niggaz quick to pull that asshole. Some dope dealazthat only fuck with killaz, 1 of tha first to stack skrillaz. Chorus: Cuz everyday all day, hustlin' to get paid, STR8 ballin', that'z how we break bread (x4) (Master P) Nigga what? Nigga what? Been down for 22 years, finally done came up O.G. with a pimp beat, & slang this quarter like calone, & buy that nigga pervis clip. I take No Limits to these hits I make, Tha Ice Cream Man, tha king pin, of tha bait just got a bid on 20 birdies. Stuck to tha ground, S.K. bout to get my hands dirty TRU stand fo' hustla. So jump in tha 500 LSE, buckle up on my way way to Sac, with them crome gats, 40 G'z, 4 Ties feel of that kill crack don't give a fuck, if I die or go to tha pen, I'm headed to tha end dope fienz. Best friend, so call me tha rich Nino Brown, cuz dope n money make tha world go round. 45 Pedle kilo be my works, to & blowin dope to the ghetto like BB King blow tha blues. Bullets trips cuz fools can't escape this. Niggaz lose they life fo' stickin' they nose in my Tank Shit, & like tryna run away from rain, I mean pumpaz. These chickens till they a drought. Man, I got Mo' Mack then Craig, & Notorious Life Big put a playa hata in tha bed, & I give you a bitch be4 I give you a buck, hit tha windows & niggaz chockin' on tha fruit rollup. I got pussy rolls & tiny dookie bread, on tha 7 put it ward on fuckin lemonheads. To tha dope fienz, we call em street queens hit tha dope & tha pussy when tha fedz hit tha scene now tha spots hot, aint nobody got rocks! Chorus X4