Bread Up by T.I. Lyrics
Verse:(scarface)
I got it mapped
Im gone make sumthim shake
Run up on somebody wit dis chrome 38
Put it in his face
For broke muthafuckas
Broke niggas can't wait
To catch you when you was sleep
And get cha fa ya safe aye
The game ...
I was raised around the life
Where the houshold is broke up and and mamas on tha pipe
And the fuck'd up thing is ya brother sold her dope
And ya mamas was at the doe everytime she had to scoe mo'
You ain't know tha lil homie poitty did cha?
Dat nigga pitty died he was fuckin ded sista (naw you lein')
Yeah fa real I tired to tell em' dat he was next the whole neighborhood was knowin dat shella was have da alphabet(damn)
Nigga this real different hoods same song one thang about tha get-toe you know it when you back home
H town to A town to bay now
Mississippi
New orleans, dallas LA now
Milwaukee chicago VA's down
D.c cleveland we layed down real shit real shit to the grave ain't nothing fake about this dis here cause dis how a nigga raised
Chorus:(keri Hilson)
Well the stacks wasn't always that high and the ride wasn't always that fly use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
Even though you was always that girl
Its sooo hard to get out of that world
Use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
(big phil dis one fa you pimpin)
Verse 2: (T.I)
I had a partna name phil who lived by where I lived
My mama knew his mama we all from certain hill
Said one would help the otha if we ever got a mill always been ah big nigga neva missed a meal
Our uncles use to chill they slung blow together they use to let us hang that how we growed together we always had a sceem...somehow we got separated whe we started gettin cheedda then my partna went to prison then i got out of the ghetto and we got out the pin then we got right back together then we wnet around the world did a lot of shows made a lot of money met a lot of hoes you know the promise that we made Im gone keep it forever I got cha daughter and ya mother fa real its whateva thats the lease I can do since I let my nigga down how I let my nigga down man i miss my nigga now
Chorus:
Well the stacks wasn't always that high and the ride wasn't always that fly use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
Even though you was always that girl
Its sooo hard to get out of that world
Use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
Verse 3: (T.I)
I remember when alond time ago we was in the trap movin all kinds of blow my nigga ...asked shawty watcha rhymin fo? the trap jumpin 700 dimes or moe and dats just runnion back and forth behind the stoe we can wait and sail away til its time to blow go get a couple of birds and sit on the curve and we ain't even gotta serve just give them niggas the word smoke a pound a day and errbody grippin a burb them otha rappin suckas in the way they dont get what they derserve the music industry is observe they as tight as they nerves imitatin thugs bout shit that never occured......I get diamonds and furs what i perferred got my nigga doin life now im seein the truth......
Chorus:
Well the stacks wasn't always that high and the ride wasn't always that fly use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
Even though you was always that girl
Its sooo hard to get out of that world
Use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
I got it mapped
Im gone make sumthim shake
Run up on somebody wit dis chrome 38
Put it in his face
For broke muthafuckas
Broke niggas can't wait
To catch you when you was sleep
And get cha fa ya safe aye
The game ...
I was raised around the life
Where the houshold is broke up and and mamas on tha pipe
And the fuck'd up thing is ya brother sold her dope
And ya mamas was at the doe everytime she had to scoe mo'
You ain't know tha lil homie poitty did cha?
Dat nigga pitty died he was fuckin ded sista (naw you lein')
Yeah fa real I tired to tell em' dat he was next the whole neighborhood was knowin dat shella was have da alphabet(damn)
Nigga this real different hoods same song one thang about tha get-toe you know it when you back home
H town to A town to bay now
Mississippi
New orleans, dallas LA now
Milwaukee chicago VA's down
D.c cleveland we layed down real shit real shit to the grave ain't nothing fake about this dis here cause dis how a nigga raised
Chorus:(keri Hilson)
Well the stacks wasn't always that high and the ride wasn't always that fly use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
Even though you was always that girl
Its sooo hard to get out of that world
Use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
(big phil dis one fa you pimpin)
Verse 2: (T.I)
I had a partna name phil who lived by where I lived
My mama knew his mama we all from certain hill
Said one would help the otha if we ever got a mill always been ah big nigga neva missed a meal
Our uncles use to chill they slung blow together they use to let us hang that how we growed together we always had a sceem...somehow we got separated whe we started gettin cheedda then my partna went to prison then i got out of the ghetto and we got out the pin then we got right back together then we wnet around the world did a lot of shows made a lot of money met a lot of hoes you know the promise that we made Im gone keep it forever I got cha daughter and ya mother fa real its whateva thats the lease I can do since I let my nigga down how I let my nigga down man i miss my nigga now
Chorus:
Well the stacks wasn't always that high and the ride wasn't always that fly use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
Even though you was always that girl
Its sooo hard to get out of that world
Use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
Verse 3: (T.I)
I remember when alond time ago we was in the trap movin all kinds of blow my nigga ...asked shawty watcha rhymin fo? the trap jumpin 700 dimes or moe and dats just runnion back and forth behind the stoe we can wait and sail away til its time to blow go get a couple of birds and sit on the curve and we ain't even gotta serve just give them niggas the word smoke a pound a day and errbody grippin a burb them otha rappin suckas in the way they dont get what they derserve the music industry is observe they as tight as they nerves imitatin thugs bout shit that never occured......I get diamonds and furs what i perferred got my nigga doin life now im seein the truth......
Chorus:
Well the stacks wasn't always that high and the ride wasn't always that fly use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
Even though you was always that girl
Its sooo hard to get out of that world
Use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg