8ball - Bread & Butter lyrics

[Verse 1] Keep it so good and for bread and bu*ter never played a game n******gs be acting, this unattractive p**y look so lame n******gs are starving so robbing just went up a hundred percent The cops slippin' somebody less fortunate gon' take that sh** Snatch it and pack it and sell it for cheap, n***a that's straight profit n***a that's bills paid, n***a that's cash in them pockets Blame it on Bush, George1 and George2 For all the bullsh** there is, brother goin' through Bill a** n******gs gonna stay the real f** a** n******gs gon' fade with Hoe a** n******gs gonna die of b**hes I'm strapped motherf**er don't play with me I'm turned up about my check Still gettin' money in my old project Got two's on deck This bringin' up the sack I'da made a me like that I was talkin' 'bout trap, strap, kickin' my back Jumpin' on the floor with the strap Got cameras in the front, back, tool in my lap In this b**h cookin' up crack And you see what I drive, I'm high, fly Ain't sh** a n***a can't buy And it's me and my guys, I ride guy I get to a b**h right now Young n***a be Popeye, I ain't gonna lie I can see a b**h in your eyes So I keep that vibe damn right I'm a go hard damn all the time I'm out here chasin' bread and bu*ter I faced a lot of strugglers Just show this b**h I'm from the gutter Watch me turn up on these s**ers Turn up [Hook] I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter [Verse 2] Gutter n******gs don't clamp in the shoots Before you wanna plan this heat you better know how the gang goes I see you servin' them packs And I hear you got the cracks Mother f** you got to hold them blocks all But look at me, I gotta eat I'm tryin' to get up on my feet I wanna work 'em on this b**h with the bank roll I'm a have to let you down, I'm a put that on the pound Don't frown cause you know how the gang go For the breand and bu*ter, you gotta get your brother Cause he won't understand if I come into hand I gotta feed him and his mother So let me cut around with all that floss n***a I got me a lunch time Better play low key my n***a, these boys goin' forward in my lunch line If a n***a's gonna eat, you gotta get murk Then it's what it's gonna be Got a couple n******gs on your tinuend true night that I set it up Force my feet, got a few gutter holes running these streets Panning that out, playing that beat If you don't pound around n***a none of them weak Playing with their money, watch your a** get beat in them streets [Hook] I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter [Verse 3] Born in the gutter Raised in the gutter Guess you could say I'm a gutter motherf**er Don't play it brown with you motherf**er s**ers No love for a sneeze, no love for a buster Hustle, n***a, all I know Hit the bricks, n***a, get that dough Don't play no game, I pimp a hoe Miff a Tennessee n***a with a country flow This cup and this blunt got me smoke That bread and bu*ter got me on go Cause a n***a from the gutter don't mean that a n***a can't go and get that case whole That bread and bu*ter That sh** make me gut a gutter That bread and bu*ter That sh** make me gut a gutter I swear the bread and bu*ter just keep callin' me Keep it comin' out hard like ballin' G Pimp the lyrics of a pimp, that's a part of me So ruthless, these streets coldhearted me Livin' stunt half all the way to Crystal Street East Side till the n***a rest in peace See that money make a n***a do crazy thangs Wanna hang your bang for the chains of fame Who's that with that fat man drinkin' that cognac? Ready for combat b**hes TMack don't need no hothead woman Your ball better take care of order I'm in the city with k**ers and thugs who don't give a damn about sellin' no d** Memphis inside of me Real n******gs ride with me cause in the heart of the city's no love Yea hoe, I'm from Memphis That owed me cause you know what that's like? Yea hoe, that sh** is cutthroat No love hoe, we shoot on sight (yea hoe) Pick that b**h you f**in' with She s** my homie dick Sally She needed a rent paid week f** about that's all we hall it I'm sayin' no Ain't no love in the city when it comes to a weak motherf**er Tryin' to act hard in the street Then we look him in his eyes Take his money then we leave him in the gutter I'm sayin' no I'm watchin' the people observin' your every move b**h please make your next move be your best move b**h [Hook] I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter For their bread and bu*ter They go gut a gutter