文本歌词

Huh huh yeah n***a
Y'all remember that s**t me and Bo did last year
Head for the jack we done jacked the motherf**kers
And got rich this year you know what I'm sayin'
P and Bo went half on some d**e half on some d**e half on some d**e
P and Bo went half on some d**e turn a half ounce into a key
Mo' money mo mother f**kin' 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 f**k what you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki's and stackin' g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of d**e bold's yeah you know
Them Richmond n***as quick to pull that asshole
Some d**e dealers that only f**k 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
N***a what n***a what been down for 22 years
Finally done came up Og with a pimp
And slang this quarter like Calone by that n***a Perry Ellis
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 f**k if I die or go to the Pen
I'm headed to the end a d**e fiends best friend
So call me the Richmond Nino Brown
Cause d**e and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to and blowin' d**e to the ghetto
Like B B King blow the blues
Bullets dipped in garlic fools can't escape this
N***as 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 b***h before I give you a buck
Hit the windows n***as chokin' on a fruit roll up
I got on tha set puttin' in work sellin' f**kin' Lemonheads
To the d**e fiends we call 'em street queens
Hit the d**e and they p***y 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
Just another episode of how us No Limit TRU n***as make our mail
Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread crumbs to the underworld
You know what I mean and like n***a P
Said every day all day hustlin' to get paid
That's how we break bread hahahaha