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

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