Oversættelse: QBs Finest. Vi bryde brødet - Lord Sort / littles Craig G. / kaos.
block, squeeze the same glock We gotta eat for niggas that don't sleep We hustlin' in sleep catch you permanent creeps We brake bread from fucking the same bitch We
break bread together, pray together That we grow strong together It's clear forever, help each other through the stormy weather Let's hurt together, let's cry together And even if we
like they boxed in It's not just where they record There's a cost to be the boss They can't clearly afford Swear to the Lord, there's guns like the
glass plate The last real niggers, wea??re condors And speaking of crime lords Trill niggers screaming to encore With the third in stall, meant it as grind four We
we constantly dirty Which one of y'all can I holla at When it's time to pay rent? And who you think's gonna loan me money When my last bread is spent
part of the plan Splitting the grams, breaking down pounds and grams You was the light, I was the crack and pipe I was the high, you was the lord my
to black streets where the murders was meet And stash money keeps a nigga standing on his feet And best believe that we play for [unverified] kiki-meat [unverified] The Lord
it My shit too long, and now you gon feel it We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard Break 'em, crash
when police killin' kids? And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down See that
And black jacks to craps every bit is covered And break the bread with my brothers But can't forget my mother She told me live and die by everything you try (and lord
for you for when i was hungry you gave me food i was sick u visited me when i was in prision you visited me and the people asked lord when did we see
Yeah uh mm give it to me Mmm yeah yeah, mm no no no no Seems like every night Right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord That he keep
unlocks my lab's door Kemet lets you enter, heat generates from the center Lord Jamar's an inventor Production of black facts put on to a black wax
dance and scream, praise the Lord Alright now this is how we gonna do it Before we get out like shout We used to be some soloists but now we form tri
a woman! Though we felt the spray of the waves We decided to stay till the tide rose too far We weren't afraid, cause we know what you are And you know
[Necro] Yo, insult the colt ya future casket, Ima break a cassette tape and stab you with the plastic, so bleed beautifully. roll up your shirt, strap
I know the concept's muddy and trite That all that is large and all that is slight Flowing in the stream of holy floodlights Writing holy books, Lord knows we
