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I'm Ridin'

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son [Bonus CD]

2006

crazy
Believe that, daddy

Check me, and I'm ridin' with a body on the shotty
Stretch a nigga out like pilates
Catch a nigga outside his hidey

skii the great Gatsby
I told her dont you at me
She said 42 shot me
Now she in the mood probably
I heard you got you a few bodies
But they hit the old

I wanted a body so I went and I fucked
Callin' for bread and I aint need four luck
I was tryna make peace typa' shit
But you went acting cryin' like

em where it hurts (x3)
The pocket (x4)
Hit em where it hurts (x3)
The pocket (x4)
[Stack your bread, stack your bread, you heard what I said]
Hit em

Stopping for nothing the London Bridge
Ashley and Gen, them my two friends
Who been rocking with Cuddo ever since the begin
I show dominance not just a phase

advantage now
Cause I got leverage
If you never see me by myself
I’m with the gang bitch
Put that bread together love them greens
To make a sandwich
Goat talk

I body your man 
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam 
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find

Ayy, yeah, in her feels
Bitch, my bread hurt, I just bought a crib in the Hills
Lil' shawty sucked me up, she in her feels
I'm a kickstand off

will be fully engulfed by this Energy 
I don't have enemies 
I just have people who envy me 
You can't handle this pressure 
You on ya last knee 
Just

This ain't a drill but we slide wit the stick
Ain't never gon fade bout no bread or no bitch 
Both of em serious
I'm having that shit
If you think

Stacking up all the bread and I got a good amount
Bitch it's Clay Raw in the street
Get a nigga knocked off tell my boys be discreet
And It's Clay raw mgm

what'd I do I jetted
Took a trip to Bali sun all on the body
Running thru the lobbies thumbing through the bread
Wrist looking rocky ooh getting shiny
When

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them

bread, you can spread ya lies, on me
I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna fuck wit me
I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me
Tell my momma, god

time start reloadin
Fuckin with my homies, gonna leave you homeless
Drive-by, bodies coolin down but I'm the coldest
I don't need a watch, cuz them

(Grrrraaah!-pa!-pa!-pa)
(Chea! Chea! Chea!)
(Chea!)
(Aye)
(Yeah! Yeaaah! Yeaaaaah!)
(Look, aye)
I like to break bread (Break bread)
Break bread with

it's time to pay the bills, you on your own
But man can not live by bread alone
Uh life so short nigga
Matter of fact I don't know if life is short nigga

And you took the bread
Giving thanks to the father yeyeye
And you broke the bread
Sharing round the table yeyeye

I want your body
I want your body
I

Harlem/Cold Baloney

Bill Withers

Live at Carnegie Hall

1973

don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man

Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'

preserved Gods grace still a baby though
Back in da field against a hunned by my damn self
400 hunned bodies think I can't Get'em my damn self
Dis sh**

might just end by my lonely I can’t commend with the vouchers

They hate that I get bread but they was loving when it broke my own nigga changed went

by these bitches
That was bad for me
Now a nigga charged up I don't need a battery
I just wanna know more bout your body like anatomy
Baby bad as fuck

com-pete
Cause like this track, I got y'all beat
By like a hundred fuckin' points
I'mma have to celebrate and smoke
A hundred fuckin' joints, light up
I feel

in the mud, Reach up for the bread
I get it done
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Put me to work, I get it done
Ain't none of this sweet, Ain't no honey bun
Shawty