Daughter - don't give your love to the first man you see Just bide your time so your heart will be free to find the one Girl you don't have to run Daughter
I should run for President, like I'm Jimmy Carter Over the waters, coke smuggle through the harbors In the states we transport it, through somebody's daughter
the people inside me say they wanna see me go on tragically And it's evil, cause I'm only 20 something working for a crumbs n some bread [Chorus] [Verse
'm heartless Ssomething like A cold blooded killer I'm filthy, dirty With the money my nigga I done ran Through more cars Then your Rolls Rroyce dealer I put that On my god-daughter
, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Im 'bout my bread
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete people are made of match sticks, light this bread
the grand order A physical man, I stand on land and water Fire and wind, I transcend physical borders My father is the son and the moon is his daughter
em You just can't reason You just can't leave And you just can't please 'em I was locked Into being my mother's daughter I was just eating bread and
ruin careers, take you off MTV cribs And put these kids back in the MP3 biz I match from head to toe, got bread to blow I don't trick on chicks but get
there's a pair of black eyes staring down at you from the mountain top, through your window, The bunks are empty, your mates are gone, breakfast lasts an hour long, O warm bread
off, let me show my ass I know you gon' let me show off, make haters mad Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head Fuck your husband for Geezy - I know you gon' break bread
grind Taking Penitentiary chances, to feed my daughter Can't stop the block rolling, and they need them orders [Hook] [PJ:] 6 in the morning, still on the block pumping Daughter
have a mega blunt session with my homeys, no question The neighbourhood goon sewn like I'm from an (?A's Boon coon?) Feed the feelin, the (shit) smarter Hittin up your daughter
'em know I got girls that'll buy my a quarter Supply me wit' water, beef come? Drive me to borders Kamikazes wit' they hommies..body your daughter Turn
Apply Pressure) [Hook:] I get that bread boy. I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy. I'm worth a couple a mil. I get that bread boy. So fuck how
on, wax off I'm a player, don't play so play up above me All this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that you're hungry Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet
the sun rose Down to the banks in an old mule car she took a flatboat across the shallow CHORUS: Left me in my tears to drown she left a baby daughter
