because I don't have a thing I'm 19 years old and broke as fuck broke as fuck broke as fuck I'm 19 years old and broke as fuck [x3]
I could have it without with the whores and their buggies I suppose their father knows best where the wind goes you could always see into the dark for
I've been doin this since this Pro-Ked Broke breads with the cokeheads Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped I said; I
meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (that's my name) I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (c'mon) Matty broke the neck
two-seaters, with two Midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P-Diddy run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Matty broke
We built them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man, never my squad go broke Your
bring a quarterback like bret farve ( i said ] Trappin aint dead you niggas jus scared niggas jus playin dey dont want no bread everybody in the gane
call the cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break bread
day My enemies ain't here, they gone away I feel good, everythin' is okay I feel like givin' all my money away 'Cause niggas is broke and there ain't no bread
one way ticket to hell And they want these bullets to book it for me Man, I'm shitting on every statistic that said I'll be dead or fucking broke This
back to that Quiet Storm don't come without your firearm 4 alarm blaze I blaze bitches with that 1-2 gauge put them in the box, in the grave broke,
name for makin' paper since paper mache Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker You don't make enough bread
You broke the bread You drank the wine Your lip was bleedin' but it was fine Come on inside, babe, across the line I love you more than I But then this
, what if they want to taste it? Then quickly for cash, nigga dash to the kitchen get the bread bag. Wrap that bread around some soap, now I got the bread
show you mine Bring the six o'clock news and let me walk 'em in my shoes Through what you call the inner city and what I call the blues I'm broke here
question, they lived for today Then the hunger pains start up, then the murderous plots To set up, they fuckin' homeboy to get what he got I mean the ones he broke the bread
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
